Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 18:29:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: LZ
Subject: Never Say Never, Nothing Is Forever Chapter 15

     Sunday, I was preparing, out of habit, to go to the
Square, but, on reflection, I realized that it didn't need
to be part of my life any more. I had a great friend, a man
who cared about me as much as any father and gave me
spending cash. I had well over two hundred dollars stashed
and the Square was always an option if I needed more. There
was John. I liked him a lot and wanted to see him. But I had
Cholito.

     I sought out my best friend on Forty-Ninth and played
on his street for a while with his friends, kids who only a
few months earlier had been enemies. Tired of tag, we walked
to the park, talking about school, problems with our
parents, Mary Santos looking at Cholito nice or so he
thought, and the mysteries of photography. We rented a
rowboat at the lake and looked for fish, which we didn't
find. Then, we walked farther north and climbed trees and
rocks. By late afternoon, we took a subway on Eighty-Fourth
Street back to our area.

     Monday, with only two months to final exams, Mr.
Martinson put us on a three times a week after school
schedule. He gave each of us some new textbooks and
notebooks to work with. My English was of particular
concern.

     `Good students know how to properly use the mother
tongue of our country,' explained Martinson.

     That night, Bill was at the apartment when mother
arrived. He'd already charmed Brenda with comments about her
sense of responsibility taking such good care of us. We had
cleaned up the apartment in preparation for his visit. Other
than real estate agents and cops, we'd never had any outside
visitors.

     `Buenas noches, Sra. Molina.'

     Mother and all of us smiled at his use of Spanish.

     `Mucho gusto, Senior Bill,' replied my mother.

     Then Bill surprised us all. He continued on in perfect
Spanish. `Here are some pictures your son took the past two
weekends in the park. He has an excellent talent for
photography.'

     Mother was dutifully flattered. She invited Bill in and
offered Coca Cola. He accepted. Over the next hour, mother
thanked him for showing me how to use a camera then asked
his line of work, real estate, his marital status, divorced.
It all went quite well. Mother seemed both impressed and not
suspicious which, of course, was my main concern. He asked
her permission to take Cholito and me to The Cloisters and
other areas of upper Manhattan where he was planning to take
pictures the following weekend. We'd leave early and get
back by six. She was very happy to agree and would speak to
Cholito's mother.

     Saturday, Cholito waited with me at my house. Bill took
us up the Westside Highway to Fort Tryon Park and the
Cloisters where we photographed trees, bushes, people and
the buildings of The Cloisters. And, naturally, we took
photos of each other alone, in pairs and finally, using the
camera's timer, Bill shot us all sitting on a stone wall.

     Twice, while Cholito was taking his pictures, Bill
spoke to me of my friend.

     `Have you thought about our discussion last week
concerning Cholito?'

    I lied and said I hadn't. Cholito was my special
friend. I didn't want our relationship to end up like the
one I had with Georgie. Cholito was mine. Sharing was not
something I was willing to do, even with Bill. But the
problem was obvious. With Cholito around, Bill couldn't have
sex with me. I knew he wanted it.

    `No rush,' said Bill, `but do think about it. If you'd
like, we could meet during the week after school, just the
two of us. We could have dinner and I could help you with
your homework.'

    That worked for me. I wondered what excuse I would give
Cholito. `What about Thursdays?'

    Cholito and I had already made Tuesdays basement day.
Bill would have me Thursdays. Cholito and I would certainly
do it other times too, maybe even that afternoon on Bill's
great round bed.

    We finished the last roll quickly. Bill looked at his
watch and said, `Hey, it's early yet, I've got baseball gear
in the car. You guys want to play some before we go back?'

    We played for an hour. Cholito wanted to be the batter
all the time. I let him and was very proud of myself for it.
Mr. Martinson had talked to me a number of times about
sharing. And it was fun watching Cholito gritting his teeth
trying to hit the balls. I enjoyed running to catch. It felt
great to stretch out my legs and run across the carpet of
grass even if I didn't actually catch many balls.
Eventually, though, I got to thinking about how Cholito
would look naked swinging that bat and running after balls
he missed, his great cock flapping back and forth. I wanted
to get back and spend some time with him in the shower and
on top the bed.

    I did. After putting the negatives up to dry, Bill went
off the kitchen, leaving us alone again. I was slow to join
Cholito on the bed, relishing the view of his stiff, full
three and a half inches pointing at the ceiling and the hump
it created down between his legs. I never ceased to be
amazed by its size. Only Roy might have had something
similar. His four incher still had relatively small balls,
an indication that it had just recently begun to grow. When,
I thought, would I see him again?

    We made slow love for half an hour then chased each
other back to the shower. The room had been warm and we were
dripping with sweat.

    Bill stuck his head in and called me.

    `I'm wet,' I answered.

    `That's why the floor has tiles. Come here a minute.'

    Michael was there and Bill said he was crazy about long
cocks. He would really appreciate seeing Cholito nude.

    `No sex,' I said as a condition.

    `No sex.'

    Michael came in like he was going to use the bathroom.
Cholito turned around to hide his manhood. Michael washed
his hands then came to the side of the platform and held out
his hand. `Hi, I'm Michael.'

    Cholito covered his cock with free hand and shook with
the other. I laughed.

    `Don't worry, Cholito, he's a guy too.'

    He let his hand slide away and uncover the snake
dangling between his thighs. Michael tried to just glance
but, as Bill and I before him, couldn't take his eyes off
it.

    `Big, huh?' bragged Cholito, his shyness gone.

    Michael made small talk trying to at least occasionally
look at Cholito's face. We continued washing, rinsed off and
went for our towels. Michael helped Cholito dry off then
went back to Bill in the kitchen. Cholito and I dressed and
joined them. The pancakes were on the grill. Michael looked
frustrated. I was sure I knew why.

    We made prints and went off to another movie, Michael
joining us.

     Bill picked me up the following Thursday afternoon at
four and took me to his apartment. We made love in the
shower. That's where I wanted to do it with Cholito next
chance we got. Soap had been my original lubricant though I
had to be careful beating off. If too much of it got in the
tip, it stung.

     Bill didn't go all the way when I blew him. He wanted
to slip it between my soapy thighs, tight against my
perineum. He sat me on him and masturbated me with KY while
slowly fucking between my legs. It felt good. I closed my
eyes and thought of fucking Cholito.

     `Tell me when you're close so we can come together.'

     `Now,' I informed moments later.

     He pumped faster. I squeezed. White globs shot into the
air and fell over my gut. I throbbed into his hand.

     We showered and went out for dinner, me wearing the
suit he'd bought me. I had steak. He ate something French
that I didn't like the looks of.

     As I was changing clothes back at the apartment, Bill
invited me to spend Saturday night with him, Michael, Roy
and Adrian at the apartment. `Roy and Adrian liked you and
asked if you could join us.'

     It was an indication to me that Bill was still seeing
the other boys, that maybe Cholito and I were Saturday and
Roy and Adrian were Sunday. Did it matter? I wasn't sure.
Bill had said I was the only one.

     Bill came with me up to my apartment. He told mother he
had tickets to a show and one of their foursome couldn't
make it.  As they'd be getting in late, I could stay in his
spare bedroom. He'd have me back by midday Sunday. Mother's
attitude was just a bit suspicious but she really couldn't
say no. Bill was a charmer.

     Saturday, Bill, Cholito and I went to the New York City
Museum before taking pictures of people on Fifth Avenue. The
day was cloudy with occasional drizzle. I loved what I saw
in the viewfinder. The shadows were less pronounced and the
air was very clear. I wished I could take the photos in
color to capture the freshness.

     I hurried us along to make sure there would be
sufficient time to have relaxed sex with Cholito in the
shower tub. I'd been planning what we'd do since Thursday.
As we finished the sixth roll of film, I pulled Bill close
and asked, `We going to the apartment now?'

     `Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time,' he replied
with a wink and a hug.

      Once we'd developed the film, Bill announced that he
had an errand to run that would take about an hour and for
us to entertain ourselves until he got back. Cholito went
straight to the large television console. I suggested,
`Let's take a shower. I wanna show you something new.'

     'New' was the magic word. The ever-adventurous Cholito
dropped his clothes as he headed for the huge marble
bathroom. The KY tube lay prominently along side the soap
bar. Cholito stopped at the tub then went back to the door
and twisted the lock.

     I turned on the water and adjusted the gold knobs to
just the right temperature. I washed him, cleaning out his
rectum as usual. He washed me, sticking his index finger in
me up to the knuckle then, laughing, pulled upward, almost
knocking me over. We wrestled for a moment until I was
sitting on his gut. `I oughta fuck you in your ombligo
(navel),' I threatened then flattened on top of him and
humped his stomach.

     We gradually got back to washing. Once the soap had
disappeared down the drain, I switched the water from the
showerheads to the faucets. Cholito sat in the warm water
and fiddled with his semi-hard wong. Mine was fully stiff in
anticipation. With about three inches of water in the tub, I
shut the faucets and floated over to Cholito. I soaped up
our fronts, placed us across the short length of the giant
tub, and pulled him on top of me for a leisurely body to
body rub. We slipped back and forth over each other. His
flesh was super smooth. It was almost like sliding up and
down inside his ass. He arched and tugged.

     `Don't cum yet,' I said.

     `Don' worry. I gotta fuck you yet.' He giggled again.

     That was part of my plan.

     First, I lifted my knees so he was sliding between my
thighs. I breathed heavily to avoid cumming myself.
Gradually, I lifted my legs so his cock was slipping over my
perineum the right above my asshole.

     `Now,' I told him.

     He raised up, spotted his target and moved in.
Penetration was fast and complete, right to my prostate,
right to my special spot. I reached for his soapy buns and
pulled him tight. He lay forward and pushed his toes against
the far side of the tub.

     This was the part I was looking forward to. As usual,
he lifted up on his arms while he was fucking me. His
gleaming wet tummy moved and rolled with each thrust. His
long wet cock pulled so nearly completely out that I saw the
flange of the head each time. The view was incredible. He
started ramming in hard.

     `Stop for a minute so it lasts longer,' I requested.

     He pushed in and lay down on me. `You really like this,
don' cha.'

     I didn't answer.

     `Next time, you go first.'

     Cholito was afraid he was missing something.

     He lifted up and looked down at his buried cock and
slowly pulled it out to the head. He was blocking my view
watching himself. I was hesitant to say anything. His head
stayed down. I had to see.

     `I wanna watch too.'

     He looked up smiling and rammed in hard. I had to start
breathing again to stop my own passion. Cholito banged away,
our wet bodies making a sharp slapping sound each time they
met. I saw his thigh muscles harden. The muscles in his
groin became more pronounced. He rammed in hard then
stopped, pushing up on his fingers. I felt those familiar
snapping throbs as he got off. He went into the short
thrusts that accompanied his strong orgasms. Three, four,
five times he pumped then collapsed on me. As always, I
wanted to kiss his lips but that just wasn't something he
would allow.

     `Let's stay like this for a while and my fuck'll be
better for you.'

     His head was lying on my right shoulder. He nodded
assent.

     The water had cooled off so I reached over and pushed
the drain lever up. Once the tub was empty, I turned on the
water, adjusting the temperature. Cholito was sliding out of
me. His breathing was heavy. He had fallen asleep. I didn't
know whether to wake him up. His cock head popped out of my
hole. I missed the feel of its presence.
I wondered why he was so tired. A terrible thought crossed
my mind. Was someone using him like my biological father
used me? I didn't think he knew people like that, but his
father was shot and he'd never explained why. He had been a
baby when it happened but you would think he would have
heard. His father had not been white so he would not have
been a Westie. They were holier than thou about not getting
involved in drugs but racist bastards with non-whites. Their
fathers' sons called me `Spic' and my father was one of
their bosses.

     If the bathtub hadn't been so hard, I would happily
have let Cholito sleep on me until Bill came home but it
wasn't. The base of my spine began to ache. Slowly, I rolled
us to one side, keeping my arm under his head. He stirred.
His eyes opened lazily.

     `Your turn? He asked with a smile.

     I was too horny to say no.

     I used KY. It was cold but warmed up fast once I was
inside him. Again, there were his lips below mine. I
accepted reality and put my head on his shoulder.

     `Stay up like I was. I wanna watch.'

     I complied and got to fucking. The KY was more slippery
than soap. It didn't feel any better, just different.

     `Do it same as I did.'

     I pulled out to the tip of my dick and thrust hard back
inside, making the same smacking sound he had. Again and
again, I slipped out and jammed back inside. Twice I looked
and his cock stayed soft. The thought dulled my passion but
just a little.

     He raised his legs a bit higher. `Go in harder,' he
requested.

     Was his cock lying? I pushed off from my toes,
thrusting hard enough to bang him backward partly up the
side of the tub. I pulled him back down against the tub
bottom, slipped my arms under his knees and gripped his
shoulders up against his neck. I thrust again as hard as
before. We both grunted. I felt the base of my cock enter
his warmth. I continued, passion increasing my speed. I felt
the force of my thrusts in my arms and hands as his smaller
body bounced backward with each hit. I wanted flesh in my
mouth but all I found was hair. His head was doubled under
me watching the action. I looked around him and saw his cock
growing, and also his ear. I put my lips on it and felt the
bloating coming up from inside, then the first pulse went
roaring up my dick to fire inside him. I imitated his short
thrusts timed with the throbs in my cock. He was hard when I
looked again.

     I half expected a request to fuck me again but it
didn't come. We washed off, dried and dressed. I asked him
why he was so sleepy.

     `I dunno. You were just so comfortable,' he grinned. He
didn't seem to be hiding anything. I hoped it was nothing.

    Bill had good timing, coming back just as we flopped
down on the sofa.

     `So what have you two been up to?' he asked pleasantly.

     Cholito looked at me with a raised eyebrows. `We took a
shower,' I answered.

     Bill had to pick up Michael in New Jersey. Cholito
seemed satisfied with the ride instead of the movie he
usually requested. I could take him Sunday afternoon if he
wanted.

     Michael was waiting outside a large school. Junior high
age boys waved at him as they passed. Bill explained that
there had been a swimming competition and Michael was a
judge. I was sure he enjoyed the view.

     After sitting in the front on the way out, we sat in
the back of the car on the return. Michael was very friendly
with Cholito until Bill gave him a look of disapproval.

    Bill dropped us off on Tenth. I motioned for Bill to go
around the block. After telling Cholito that I had to get
home early, I started down Forty-Eighth then stopped. I
waited a couple of minutes, poked my head around the corner
to be sure he had gone up Forty Ninth and raced toward
Eleventh Avenue to meet Bill.

     We picked up Roy and Adrian in Queens in front of
Adrian's two storey row house. His mother waved from the
porch. Both boys wore suits. They shook my hand
enthusiastically. We returned to the apartment where I put
on my suit. We went to a Second Avenue Restaurant and the
Broadway show, Auntie Mame. It was very different from
anything I'd ever seen. I thought the boy was cute and
enjoyed the story and some of the music and dancing.
Beatrice Arthur was fun. I became her fan that day and still
am. Roy and Adrian seemed to like it.

     Back at the apartment, we all stripped to sleep in the
same huge round bed. Roy was the first to come to me, turned
head to toe for sixty-nine. He sucked me in. I felt his
wonderful long cock and dangling balls before doing the
same. He was slow and gentle, revolving his head so my cock
flopped from side to side in his mouth. I enjoyed the taste
and feel of his shaft in my mouth, running my tongue round
and round it, sucking gently.

     There was movement near us. I saw Adrian planted on top
of Michael sucking pretty much as I with Roy. Adrian's
crotch lay on Michael's face. Michael fondled his buns.

     Bill lay apart observing quietly.

     Adrian began fucking Michael's mouth. Roy pulled away
from me and spoke in Adrian's ear. Adrian let go of
Michael's cock and looked at me.

     `You know what a Daisy Chain is?'

     I didn't have a clue.

     `Let's show him,' suggested Roy.

     `Hmmm?' said Michael as Adrian rolled off him.

     `Let's do a Daisy Chain. Bill can sixty-nine with the
end,' said Roy.

     `What's a Daisy Chain?' I asked, frustration building.

     `One person fucks the next who fucks the next until the
last person does sixty-nine with somebody, in this case,
Bill.'

     It took me a moment to understand. What a great idea, I
thought. My machismo somewhere back on Forty-Eighth, I
requested, `Can Roy do me and me do Adrian?' That kept me
with boys on both sides. I didn't want a man's cock up my
ass and didn't enjoy their loose asses. Adrian frowned but
didn't protest.

     Michael got the KY and greased up himself, Roy, and me.
After wiping his hands with a towel, he lay back and Roy
carefully sat on his stiff six. I lay beside them and
watched Michael's cockhead slowly pinch and push inside
Roy's rectum. Just as slowly, Roy lifted off. Michael
applied more KY. Roy sat back down. Michael's cock slipped
in farther. With a wiggle left and right, Roy slid gradually
down until he sat on pubic hair. It seemed they'd done this
before.

     It was my turn. Roy's penis was half again as wide as
Cholito's but still not nearly as fat as Sammy's that I took
in the movie. I sat. Roy's pole slid right in, up to and
past my prostate, filling me wonderfully. It was better than
Cholito's. I couldn't wait for the action to begin. It took
three attempts to get mine inside Adrian, every one made
enjoyable by the movement of Roy's pole inside me. The
feeling on entry was instantaneous and incredible. The
pleasure spread throughout my entire middle like water
filling a sponge.

     `Lock arms,' ordered Michael now under three boys. I
didn't know what it meant until Roy wrapped his arms around
my waist. I gripped Adrian. He reached back and tugged on my
hips.

     `Now, slowly.'

     We rolled over onto the bed, one behind the other. Bill
lay in front of Adrian. I heard him slurp in his cock. I
couldn't hold still and gently rolled my hips. The feeling
took my breath away.

     `Wait,' said Roy. `Michael operates the chain. You just
go where it takes you.'

     I felt Roy come partly out, pulling me with him. The
pile moved forward. Roy went full in as I did to Adrian.
This was the most exciting pleasure I'd ever felt. The
movement became more pronounced. My penis and anus were one
in feeling. The pleasure ran right through me. I lost touch
with my surroundings, whom I was with. We were all one big
pleasure vehicle, one joint fuck. The back and forth became
steady, rolling like a wave. With no effort on my part, I
slipped and out of Adrian. Fortunately, he wasn't as tight
as Cholito or, for me, it would have been over quickly. The
cock inside me slipped back and forth across my pleasure
spot, producing spikes of intense feeling that now reached
into my chest and down my thighs.

     Someone said, `Hold', and the movement halted. I heard
heavy breathing. It was good they stopped as I was right at
my point of no return. I heard Adrian continue sucking on
Bill.

     `Now?' Michael asked.

     `Not yet,' answered Roy.

     I was content to stay as we were for a while. A voice
said, `Okay.'

     The motion slowly started up, gradually returning to
where it had been. The feeling was just as intense. I had to
have something in my mouth. I sucked on Adrian's shoulder.
Roy tugged on me with each forward movement. I embraced
Adrian and Bill. Roy let go a muffled `mmmh' each time he
reached full depth inside me. I tightened my grip on Adrian.
Michael said, `Stopping'. The motion stopped. My head was
floating again. I didn't want to stop so rolled my hips back
and forth for my cock and the one inside me side to side.
The feeling was less powerful but kept my level of
excitement on high.

     Michael started again without saying anything. The flow
was greater this time. Roy's cock slipped farther out then
had farther to go on the return. It nearly pulled me
completely out. I held tight to Adrian's middle. Michael
went, `Aaahhh, aaahhh,' Roy pushed hard into me, banging me
deep into Adrian. Then again, and again, and, `mmmmhhh!' Roy
shook. I felt his pulse inside and thrilled at the thought
of his young sperm squirting into me. I was close enough and
Adrian was squeezing so tightly that only two more thrusts
set me off. Roy throbbed along with me. Adrian stiffened
then his rectal muscle flexed repeatedly, intensifying the
feeling running through my groin. No one tried to pull free.

    Roy whispered in my ear, `That's a Daisy Chain.' Bill
flipped a sheet over us. I fell asleep.

     That became my Saturday night. Life had settled into a
fairly regular schedule. There were my three afternoons of
classes with Mr. Martinson. Tuesday afternoon, Cholito and I
went to the basement. I don't think he had an inkling of the
deep emotional feelings I had for him. Sex for Cholito was a
series of very pleasant physical sensations.

     Thursday evenings, I went with Bill. Cholito and I
spent Saturdays during the day with Bill playing baseball,
taking and developing pictures and, of course, we two boys
found time to enjoy each other. My photographic skills
improved. I developed and printed my own pictures and
learned to improve the results. Bill had some of my photos
framed, hanging some on his wall and sending copies, also
framed, to my mother.

     Saturday evenings, I went back to Bill's with Michael,
Roy and Adrian.

     My life was predictable, sexy and full of
companionship.

     On the first Friday in May, as I left school with
Cholito, Lester was waiting for me at the playground wall to
tell me my biological father wanted to see me.