Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 18:24:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: LZ
Subject: Never Say, Nothing is Forever Chapter 4

     Sunday morning, Georgie was waiting at the Ninth Avenue
end of the block when I came down. I forgot completely about
John. He motioned for me to follow him and walked south
towards Forty Second. I was full of anticipation when I
caught up with him just below Forty Fourth Street, and a bit
worried he was still angry about the trouble we got in for
staying out overnight. It didn't come up.

     He ignored my greetings. 'Look, Spic, we gotta chance
to make fifteen each. This guy wants to take pictures of us
having sex. He's gonna be on Thirty Eight at ten so we gotta
go there now and just wait.'

     Nobody had ever taken naked pictures of me before. A
few had taken head and shoulders photos. Most of them had
wanted to photograph me nude but I had always refused. What
if my mother saw them, worse, my biological father. I'd have
been dead meat. But if it meant I could have sex again with
Georgie, anything was worth it. Maybe we could be friends
again. Still ..

     'What's he wanna take pictures of us for?' I asked.
'What's he gonna do with them?'

     'They're for some rich guy pays him to do it. I done it
before and nothing happened. Don't worry none about it.'

     'But what if he puts 'em in some magazine and people
sees 'em? What if someone from the neighborhood sees 'em and
tells everybody? And then my father hears? He'll beat the
shit outta us both.'

     'I told you. I done this before and there wasn't
nothin' in no magazine. It's just some rich guy wants to
beat his meat. Nobody's ever gonna see nothin' 'cept him.
Stop worrying.'

     I worried. But the warmth I felt about doing it with
Georgie again, feeling his body close to mine, sucking his
cock, holding him, him holding me, that was all the
encouragement I needed. It pushed the worry to the back of
my mind, like perfume on a whore.

     The man showed at five before ten and took us in his
old van down to somewhere in lower Manhattan. He was young,
in his early twenties, and talked about the weather and
sports on the way. He asked Georgie about some other kid he
knew by the name of Sammy. Georgie said he hadn't seen him
for a while. We went into a building that looked like some
sort of factory. A freight elevator took us up to the fourth
floor. It was just one big room with a bathroom in a corner.
He had lights on stands and a big camera on a tripod. He
took another smaller camera off a table and hung it by a
strap around his neck. There was a large, round bed with
sheets and pillows in the middle of the room. Another bed
sheet was hung by its four corners from the ceiling like a
hammock. The man turned on a bright light above it that made
the sheet shine like a bloated movie screen.

     'Let's get it on!' was all Georgie needed to hear to
start stripping. The man put us naked under the sheet and
told us to act like we were sleeping then wake up, look at
each other and start hugging and kissing. I followed
instructions. Georgie opened his eyes after me, reached over
and pulled me tight against him. I was thrilled and hugged
him. He looked at my lips then opened his mouth, closed his
eyes and began kissing me passionately, opening up to show
the tongue he'd pushed against mine. I caught only glimpses
of the man moving about with the movie camera. I was
absolutely lost in love. All Georgie needed was an excuse.
He did love me. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and
wrapped it around his. He rolled on top of me and ground his
body into mine. I embraced him like I was trying to make us
one.

     'Hold it,' said the man. 'Gotta reload.'

     Georgie stopped and lay back. I tried to go with him
but he pushed me off. 'Wait, he's gotta put more film in his
camera.'

     How could he just turn off like that, I wondered. I
looked at his crotch covered by the sheet. I couldn't be
sure but he didn't seem to have a hardon.

     'Okay, go back like you were. Kiss some more then Ray
you get on top and start licking him around the neck, all
over his chest, and keep going down to his legs but don't
touch his peter.'

     How did he know about that?

     Georgie was on me again, his mouth all over mine, his
tongue flicking in and out.

     I was baffled. How could Georgie start and stop like it
was nothing. And he must have told this man about how I
licked him three weeks before. But passion took over again.
Georgie rolled over, pulling me on top. He raised his chin
and guided my mouth to his neck. Nothing else mattered. This
was heaven. I sucked on his throat then licked up to below
his ear and back. Georgie was breathing heavily. One hand
guided my head, the other caressed my back and buns. His
fingers slipped between my ass cheeks and fondled my rectum.

     'Lift your ass a little, Ray. Let him play with your
hole,' instructed the man.

     I obeyed. Georgie pressed his finger against my pucker
like he was going to push it in. I slipped down to his chest
and licked him tit to tit and back. I felt Georgie kiss my
head. I stroked his hair and cheek. Georgie pushed me down
more. I ran my lips and tongue over his belly then...

     'Stop again, reloading time.'

     Georgie relaxed completely and put his hands behind his
head, a move the johns call the Forty-Second Street stretch.
I kept my mouth pressed to Georgie's belly, gently sucking
in the soft flesh. My partner didn't object. I could feel
his stiff rod against my chest. I heard the camera snap
closed.

     'Action!'

     Georgie went back to what he'd been doing, I continued
what I hadn't stopped. I was pushed further down. I licked
both sides of Georgie's crotch then down the top and back up
the inside of his thighs. I would make him beg for more.
This would not be the last time. Georgie raised his knees
exposing his perineum, swollen by the hard cock passing
beneath it. I licked it up and down. He raised his legs,
pulling his knees to his chest. The cameraman climbed on the
bed and straddled him with the lens pointing down where my
tongue was just above his hole. Georgie pushed my head down
further and pulled his ass up as high as he could.

     'Go ahead, Ray, put your tongue all the way in there,'
ordered the cameraman.

     I'd never done this before except Nancy's pussy which
wasn't nearly as tight as Georgie's hole. A couple of johns
had done it to me so I knew if felt good. Georgie would love
this. I licked around his pucker, wetting it good then
pushed the point of my tongue inside him. There was hardly
any bad smell or taste at all. I pushed harder. Georgie
grabbed my head with both hands. The cameraman jumped off
the bed and filmed from elsewhere. I forced my tongue in
until my open mouth was pressed hard against Georgie's ass
cheeks. He raised a bit more, allowing a slight bit more
penetration. I knew he loved it. I fucked his ass with my
tongue. Georgie let go of my head and gripped my arms,
pulling hard.

     'Okay, legs down and up to his cock.'

     Georgie was deliciously slow to obey. I was ecstatic. I
dragged my tongue up the falling perineum, sucked in his boy
balls, licked twice around the base of his cock then let my
tongue wander up the shaft and slowly curl over the top. He
moved his hips to push his cock into my mouth. I let him
enter and engulfed him with lips, tongue and cheeks.

     'Hold it! Reload.'

     I stayed right on Georgie's dick and he moved his hips
back and forth.

     'Take it easy Georgie, you gotta fuck him yet.'

     'Don't worry, I'm okay.'

     His cock was stiff as a board. This was almost over.

     'Okay go!'

     I sucked and revolved my head. Georgie went stiff. I
shifted over until my dick was against his leg and humped
away. We both reached violent orgasms. Georgie almost
bounced off the bed. He sat up and wrapped his arms around
my head. The pulses pounded through his dick. Mine felt like
it was exploding. It was the most exciting orgasm of my
young life.

     The man was pissed. 'I told you guys to take it easy.
How long before you're ready to go again?'

     'Just a few minutes' said Georgie. `Take your pictures
now; we're still hard.'

     Georgie had done this before. I looked at him and
smiled. He grinned back. 'You're really good at this.'

     We were posed alone and with each other, doing things
or just relaxing. We repeated some things we'd done so far
and faked Georgie fucking me. Georgie insisted I wash my
mouth out good before he would do any kissing. Back on the
bed, he made all kinds of neat expressions like he was about
to get off or really feeling good. I noticed that, except
for the kissing, his cock got all the attention, mine zero.
But I didn't care. I loved Georgie, or maybe just his body,
I wasn't sure. It didn't matter if he didn't know it or ever
wanted to be close.

     After about half an hour of pictures, we were asked if
we were ready.

     'I been ready for twenty minutes,' answered Georgie.

     'Okay. He sucks a little more then you whisper in his
ear and he lies down with the pillow under his ass. You put
it there, Georgie. Then you just do it.'

     We got back to me sucking his cock and him being all
excited though I knew he wasn't yet. He sat up and pretended
to be whispering in my ear. I gazed up into his eyes,
kissed him on the mouth and took the expected position. He
pushed the pillow under me, pulled my ass up where he wanted
it and spread my legs. He dripped spit onto his hand and wet
my hole then waddled in until his dick head was on my hole.
The camera came up close. Georgie pushed inside. It felt
wonderful like I knew it would. After moving his hips back
and forth a few times, he commenced fucking, first slowly
from above me then pulling my hips higher, he did it harder,
sometimes pulling his dick all the way out and having to aim
it again before ramming it in. Shortly, he was bouncing me
forward on the bed. I had to grip the sheets to keep from
moving. He started grunting. I knew he was closing in. His
cock slipped in and out of me like it belonged there. I
grabbed mine so we could come together. I arched my back to
permit maximum penetration. He pulled hard on my hips with
each thrust. I masturbated myself. Georgie let out a breath
and rammed in as deep as he could. I could feel the
throbbing and got off from it.

     After a half a minute or so, Georgie collapsed onto my
back, his dick still inside but slowly slipping out.

     'All right, make out some more.'

     The moment his cock was out of me, I turned over and
pulled his lips to mine. We kissed and hugged until, 'Cut!
Great you guys. A real masterpiece!'

     Georgie dropped his arms but didn't turn his head for
perhaps three or four seconds; long enough to give me hope.

     When it came time to get paid, Georgie handled the
transaction. I heard him arguing in whispers. I hoped the
guy wasn't trying to cheat us. The man spread his hands and
raised his shoulders in an expression of 'what the hell am I
supposed to do'. I saw twenties and tens in his hand, at
least two of each. Georgie took what was offered. With a
grimace on his face, Georgie handed me a twenty, more than
he'd offered me, but probably a less than he was supposed to
pay me. I didn't care. I'd have done it for free, but I
wasn't about to tell Georgie that.

     Instead, I took Georgie to Tad's and went home with
thirty dollars in my socks, money that I planned to stash in
my basement hideout but found it already occupied by
junkies. I hid it in the back of my closet under a clothes
box.