Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 18:22:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: LZ
Subject: Never Say Never, Nothing is Forever Chapter 2

     I almost didn't go to school the next day. It wouldn't
have been a lie that my stomach hurt. It ached terribly. But
if I didn't show up, the bastards would feel they beat me,
scared me off. That was out of the question.

     Still, it was with great trepidation that I walked into
the schoolyard, head down, shuffling. My ears were primed to
hear even the lowest whisper about me. My eyes were alert
for anyone looking my way. Though I didn't see or hear
anything as I crossed to the main door, it still seemed that
everyone on the playground was watching me.

     Kenny met me inside. He had my T-shirt. He held it out
to me. I pushed past him. The undershirt I was wearing was
the only one I had left. If mother found out I'd lost the
other, she'd raise hell but there was no way I'd accept that
evidence of the previous day's disaster.

     One thing was quickly certain. They said nothing. Even
a whisper about what had happened would have passed through
all the upper grades long before I walked through the door.
We were at an impasse. I still vowed to wait my chance and
get them one by one. They would pay!

     The two months after the basement incident were the
loneliest of my life. I avoided Kenny and the whole group,
watching television in the apartment of a woman who said she
was my aunt though I never figured out how, or wandering all
over the area, even down to Times Square just a few block
away.

     It was Thanksgiving weekend the next time I ran into
Georgie, the beautiful longhaired blonde who had watched up
close at the blowjobs I'd been forced to give a few weeks
before. I was in front of a store inside the Port Authority
bus terminal on Forty Second Street looking at Swiss
penknives I never figured to own.

     'Hey, Spic, watcha doin' down here?' His voice was non-
threatening, even a bit friendly.

     'Fuck you,' I said.

     'Hey man, I din't do nothin' to you. It was Ronny and
them so don' go gettin' mad at me.'

     He was right and I wasn't really angry with him, just
angry. It was actually good to see him, to see anyone
friendly, but I certainly wasn't about to admit it. I
frowned and continued looking at the displayed cutlery.

     'So what you doin' here?' he amiably asked again.

     'Nothing'.

     He looked at me carefully. 'You ain't down here
hustling, are you?'

     I had no idea what he was talking about and just stared
quizzically.

     'You looking to meet somebody?'

     I was still puzzled. Georgie stepped close and spoke in
a conspiratorial loud whisper. 'I mean trying to make money
with a John.'

     My silence told him of my ignorance. 'You don't know
nothing about Johns do you. Man, you're missin' out. A kid
who can suck like you can make a bundle with these guys.
They'll give up to five bucks for a good blowjob.'

     That angered me but my curiosity overruled. 'What the
fuck are you talking about?'

     'Jesus H. Christ, Spic. There's men come here and Times
Square from New Jersey and Connecticut and all over looking
for boys like us for sex. I just let them blow me and get
two, three dollars a pop. Sometimes I can make twelve or
fifteen dollars on a weekend just getting my rocks off for
these faggots. And some of 'em even take you places. I been
to Coney Island maybe five times this year. They took me to
a shitload of movies. Ain't you never heard of hustling?'

     'Yeh, I heard something about it.' I had but didn't
know what it meant. 'You do all that here? Where do they do
it, in a bathroom or where?'

     'Sometimes, but that's dangerous. The cops can get you
in there. No, I only go to hotels or in a car or their house
but you gotta be careful who you let take you to their
house. I heard some kids disappeared, prob'ly murdered when
they let some guy they didn't know take them somewhere far.
I only go to a guy's house when if I know him good or some
other kid says he's okay. You wanna try it? I'm meeting a
John here in a copla minutes and he always wants me to bring
another kid. He pays two bucks but buys you whatever you
wanna eat. Bet he'll pay you double if you blow him. An' I
won't tell nobody.'

     I didn't really want to blow a man. I wanted to blow
Georgie. Maybe, I thought, we could play strip poker at the
man's house and I could lose and have to suck off Georgie.
'Where's he gonna take us?'

     'He always takes kids to the Holland Hotel, you know,
on 42. You gonna do it? C'mon, it's fun and you'll get some
spending money.'

     I agreed with a nod but couldn't help thinking about
how I could get Georgie naked and suck on his pretty pecker.

     The man was bigger than I expected and wore a great
black overcoat and a broad rimmed hat. He smiled when he saw
Georgie and nodded pleasantly at me. 'Who's your friend?'

     'We call him Spic 'cuz he's Porto Rican. He wants to
come with us.' Georgie leaned in close and whispered, 'He
gives blow jobs.'

     'Oo, yummy,' replied the man.

     I felt trapped and unsure about going into the hotel.
But, it was worth it for the money.

     'You've got beautiful eyes,' said the man staring at
me.

     It was the first time a man had ever made that comment.

     First, we ate at a hamburger booth in the bus terminal.
It was the first commercial burger I'd had in a long time,
since the previous summer when Ray Hoolihan bought me one at
a bar on 8th Avenue. The man chatted amiably with Georgie
and tried to do so with me. He asked my real name and told
Georgie that he shouldn't call me Spic any more, to use Ray.
He asked about school and sports. Georgie lied about being
on a football team and said I was on it too and really good.
I liked hearing Georgie talk about me like I was a friend
even if it was all bullshit. I lied that I was getting good
marks in school even though Georgie and I both knew I was
failing in about everything but gym.

     Finally, it was time to earn our money. All I could
think about was the possibility of seeing Georgie naked.
Blowing the dick of a big hairy man was well worth it
especially if I got to suck Georgie too.

     Georgie guided me to the stairs as the man paid for the
room. 'He always gets a room on the second floor.'

     'Don't that hotel man want to know how come he's got
us?'

     `Sure but he don't give a shit long's he gets paid.'

     It seemed okay then. I wondered how many kids came to
the hotel for sex. I wondered how many kids from my
neighborhood and school came there with a man and wondered
what they'd think or say if they saw me here. But they
couldn't say anything if they were doing the same as us.

     The room was shadowy with the curtain drawn and smelled
dirty but not like an apartment on 48th Street, just
different. Neither Georgie nor the man turned on the light.
They both started to get undressed. I couldn't take my eyes
off my new friend, anticipating each new view of bare skin.
I took my clothes off hardly thinking about what I was
doing. Once down to his underpants, Georgie jumped up on the
bed, wiggled his hips like he was dancing and slowly slid
his red underwear down and off. He was beautiful, his beauty
enhanced by the dim light. I walked around the bed trying
not to show my interest in his body while not taking my eyes
off it. His hairless boycock was still soft but mine was
hard as steel. His ass was small but round enough to invite
touch.

     The man interrupted my reverie. 'That's quite a body
you've got, Ray. I can see why you're so good at football.
Let me feel that muscle.'

     I grinned at Georgie and flexed my arm. Georgie looked
on approvingly. The man pulled me onto the bed, close to
him, his abundant body hair tickling my side. His cock was
as hard as mine and really big.

     'Go ahead, suck him off, Spic, I mean Ray.'

     'Not so fast, I'm gonna do you guys first.' He rolled
me back along side Georgie and pushed us both flat. Georgie
put his hands behind his head and winked at me. The man
fondled our cocks with his beefy fingers. It felt nice.

     'You've got a nice pecker too, Ray.' Mine was as long
as Georgie's, maybe longer, with him older. I felt a surge
of pride.

     The man leaned over and took my dick into his mouth. It
felt good. His tongue was hot and wet all over my balls.
Georgie got hard. I couldn't stop myself from reaching over
and holding it. Georgie looked pleasantly surprised. I
pulled myself closer to him wondering what he was going to
think when I put my mouth on him. There was no way I could
stop myself at that point. Georgie knew what I was thinking.

     'Go ahead,' he whispered. Suck me.' He slid closer and
turned on his side placing his stiff peter right where it
needed to be.

     I put my arm around his waist and pulled him close. His
dick was incredibly delicious. I sucked and tongued his rod
and wonderfully soft, round balls all over, not noticing
that the man had stopped to watch me.

     Georgie gently hugged my head and began pumping in time
to my head bobs. I started pumping too but realized that I
was no longer being ministered to. It didn't really matter.
I was in heaven; Georgie's penis was the sweetest thing I'd
ever tasted. My body seemed to float over the bed. The work
I was doing was effortlessly ecstatic. I felt good all over,
tingling with pleasure.

     I rolled Georgie onto his back and ran my hands up and
down his torso, feeling every curve, bone and muscle. I only
faintly felt the man rubbing my back, buns and legs. Georgie
tensed, his smooth stomach muscles hardening. I caressed his
abdomen. His legs stiffened. His toes rubbed my legs. He
grabbed my head and held it tight to him as his dick swelled
and began throbbing. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging
as hard as I could.

     The man pushed his hand under me and felt my cock. It
set off my orgasm. Pleasure rocketed through my body. I held
Georgie even more tightly trying to get more of his crotch
into my mouth.

     The man must have known that we were temporarily spent.
He caressed us both and talked for quite a while about
school and football. I was embarrassed at my uncontrolled
passion. Would Georgie now tell kids at school? He said he
wouldn't but would he keep his word? The John didn't mention
it.

     When he finally was able to get Georgie's cock rigid
again, the John sucked him, rolling his head every which way
then going fast. Georgie had a second orgasm but I felt sure
it couldn't have been as strong as the one he had with me. I
was jealous but satisfied myself by lying tightly along
side, face against Georgie's side, smelling the delicious
boy odor, my arm over his chest. As he calmed down, he
whispered in my ear.

     'You gotta do him now.'

     The man sat up. I saw his huge cock with its big fat
head. Georgie pushed me from behind. The man lay back,
extending an arm in my direction. He wanted to do me.
His technique was the same as with Georgie, and it worked. I
came in just a few minutes.

     Then it truly was my turn. I pulled Georgie with me so
he'd be along side as I did it. He obliged.

     The mancock wasn't nearly as wonderful tasting as
Georgie's, not nearly as good as Kenny's in the basement a
few weeks earlier, not very good at all. And it filled my
mouth, stretched my lips. I could only get it halfway in
before gagging. I sucked on the massive head.

     Georgie put his hand on top of my head and moved me up
and down. 'Use your tongue, they like that', he informed
encouragingly.

     I did what I could with that big hunk of meat
stretching me every which way.

     'Now, move your head back and forth too', Georgie
instructed.

     It didn't take long. The head bloated, pushing my
tongue down. I wasn't ready for the foul taste of the huge
amount of cum that shot into my mouth. I snapped my head up,
spiting it out all over the man's crotch. Georgie laughed.
The man apologized.

     'I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like it, I'm
sorry. Go wash your mouth out in the bathroom.'

     The water only diluted the taste.

     He gave us five dollars each and told me to buy some
chewing gum.

     I did and it helped.

     'Let's get another one', suggested Georgie
enthusiastically.

     It was only one thirty. We walked up the north side of
42nd street toward Broadway making only as far as Jack's
Porn Parlor before a decent looking man in his thirties
crossed the street watching us all the way. Georgie's
experienced eye caught him before he was half way across. He
grabbed my arm and we waited.

     'Hi,' he said when he got to us. 'Haven't I seen you
here before?' he asked Georgie.

     We went to the Holiday Inn and did the whole scene
again, less cum in my mouth, for another ten bucks. After a
double feature at a Times Square theater, we went home with
plans to meet the following morning at nine to do it again.

     Sunday, we went three times. The first guy took us to a
hotel on Forty Third Street where I had the first shower of
my young life. In the two apartments I'd lived in, there'd
only been bathtubs. Our last pickup was with two men who did
us on both sides of the same bed at a small hotel in lower
Manhattan we had reached by subway. Then, I did each of them
while Georgie and the other man watched. One had wanted to
fuck me but I refused. Sunday netted me seventeen dollars.
We had to negotiate for the extra with the duo and pay our
own subway fare. I didn't get a chance to suck Georgie
though I'd have given up some of my earnings to do so.

     The following Wednesday before school, Kenny was
waiting for me on the stoop when I came out on my way to
school. He had my undershirt balled up in his hand. I tried
to ignore him.

     `Hey, Spic, look, man, I'm sorry about what happened.'

     That caught my attention but I walked quickly up the
street anyway. Kenny caught up to me.

     `Look, man, hey, I said I'm fuckened sorry. I just got
all horny is all. Nobody meant nothing by.'

     I turned on him, fire in my eyes. `Fuck you din't mean
nothin! Shit.' There was a look of genuine contriteness on
Kenny's face. It completely wiped my mind of any more words.
I turned away and continued on toward the corner, but not as
fast as before.

          `Look, take your shirt an' after school lemme buy
you some pizza or somethin' to make up for what happened.
Just you an' me. None a them big guys. Okay, Spic?'

     He pushed the balled up T-shirt at me. The anger was
still in me but somewhat muted by Kenny's seemingly sincere
apology, something no one had ever offered me. I accepted
the T-shirt without looking at Kenny and started across
Ninth Avenue.

          `So, we get something to eat after school?' he
asked again.

     `I dunno.'

     `I'll wait for you down at Tony's, after school.'

     I didn't reply nor plan to meet him.

     I was even more distracted than usual in class. Why had
Kenny tried to make up? Was my father behind it? That was
the only reason that made sense. Kenny had never shown any
real friendship during our month and a half acquaintainship.
Kids like him never apologized for anything. And if the
bigger kids from the basement group saw him with me,
especially buying me something, they would make remarks. By
midmorning, my mind was consumed with vivid, erotic memories
of sucking Kenny's chunky, smooth cock. That's when another
reason for his renewed interest in me popped into my head.
Did he want to get sucked again? Screw him! After all the
shit he put me through. He was one of those urging on Ronny
to jam that big, ugly cock down my throat. I ought to kick
his ass just for thinking I'd do anything with him after all
that!

     But my mid afternoon, the possibility of having his
peter back between my lips was overcoming my pride. I even
got a hard on thinking about it. I wondered what his cock,
now probably a bit larger, would feel like up my ass. By the
time the bell rang at two forty-five, all my inhibitions had
crumbled. I got to the pizzeria before Kenny. He smiled when
he saw me in front.

     Conflicting needs kept me from looking him in the eye:
machismo versus curiosity about his motives but prevented me
from pushing off the arm he dropped over my shoulder as he
led me through Tony's old wood and glass door, setting off
the bell hanging above it.

     Kenny ordered us both a slice and Cokes then we
retreated to a small table by the wall. `Man, I'm really
sorry about what happened in the basement. I don't hang with
them guys, Ronny an' Jerry, any more `cuz a it.' He paused.
I still hadn't looked him in the eye but could feel him
looking at me.

     Tony's pimpled teenage son called Kenny over to get his
order. The pizza was good. It occurred to me that with the
money I was making on the Square with Georgie, pizza was
finally very affordable. Then another thought struck me.
What if Georgie had told Kenny about what we'd done the
previous weekend? Was this about getting sucked off again? I
allowed myself a look at his face. He was watching me and
smiled.

     `We square, Spic?'

     I ignored his plea. `You still hang with Georgie an'
Lester?'

     He seemed unprepared for that question. `Yeh,
sometimes.'

     It was in his eyes. Georgie had told him. He leaned
back in the chair and cracked a smile. `Shit, Spic, don'
worry, you know I ain't gonna say nothin'. I go to Forty Two
sometimes too. Wanna go to my place? Ain't nobody there `til
almost five.'

     That cleared the air. He wanted a blowjob. Much as I
tried to deny it to myself, I really did  want his cock in
my mouth. There was a raging doubt in my mind about what
this would entail long term. Was this going to be an
everyday expectation? What would happen if I said no? Was
this just a sex thing or were we going to hanging around
together again? He read my mind.

     `Jus' try it today is all.'

     I stared at him over my pizza. He bit into his. The
horniness was all over him. I couldn't have turned him down
no matter what concerns entered my worried mind.

     `Don't say nothin' to Georgie.'

     Kenny ran his finger over his lips.

     Kenny lived in a rear fourth floor apartment on Ninth
Avenue between Forty Sixth and Forty Seventh Streets, a mere
forty yards from Tony's.  He let us in with a key on a
string under his shirt. On the way over, he told me that his
younger sister and brother were in the day care center on
Forty Fifth Street and his fourteen year old brother was at
a friend's house where he went just about everyday until
dinnertime at seven. His mother got home from work at six.
Two older brothers worked in Brooklyn and got home after
six. It was only three fifteen so had the apartment to
ourselves for nearly two hours. We went straight to his
bedroom. Kenny closed the door and tossed his coat on the
bed. He started stripping off his pants without taking off
his shoes. His cock was stiff as board and a bit larger than
before, nearing four inches in length. His balls had dropped
and hung invitingly. He pushed off his shoes when his pants
refused to slide over them. I wanted him naked.

     `Take off your shirt too,' I ordered.

     He obeyed, almost tearing off buttons, then flopped
back on the bed wearing only his green socks, a hole in the
toe of one. I untied my tenners.

     `Hey, Spic, I ain't doin' you. Nothin' against.'

     `I'm just taking off my shoes.' But I really wanted to
be naked too and feel his flesh against mine. `I wanna be
naked too. You don't gotta do nothin'.' I ran my hand over
his crotch. It was very warm.

     Kenny pursed his lips and shrugged.  Being without
underpants or socks, I was nude in seconds. He accepted my
nudge and moved further up on the bed. I pulled his legs
together and lay on them, my hard peter against his ankle.
His cock was hot and delicious. I held it still in my mouth
for a few seconds. Kenny pushed upward. I felt the soft skin
of his ball sack and reached in to caress it. Kenny lifted
and spread one knee to allow my hand in but didn't pull his
other foot away from my cock. I pushed the balls up and into
my mouth with his dick. They felt wonderful to my tongue.
Kenny arched his hips higher and gently pushed my head down
with one hand.  I moved my head back and forth making his
dick slide side to side inside my mouth. Kenny began short
thrusts, both of his hands holding my head by the ears.

     I let his balls slip out and into my hand. They were
wet and slippery between my fingers. His breathing became
audible. I ran my mouth up and down his shaft in time to his
hip movements. His cock grew thicker and harder. I humped
mine against his foot. He flexed his toes against it. I let
go of his balls and wrapped my arms under his thighs and
hands up under his flexing ass cheeks. His hands tightened
around my head. His cock began a sharp pumping. Kenny moaned
and pushed my head hard into his crotch. Something with a
sweet taste rolled over the back of my tongue. I savored it
without swallowing and humped harder into his foot, quickly
reaching my own orgasm.

     We lay like that for what seemed like five minutes but
was probably only one.

     `Spic, you get off?'

     `Mmmhmmm,' I answered.

     `Spic, I'll beat you off if you'll do it again,' said
Kenny in a half whisper.

     Keeping his cock in my mouth, I raised myself off his
legs and changed direction placing my crotch beside his
shoulder.

     `Wait a copla minutes. Keep it in your mouth.'

     I felt his hand softly take hold of my cock and balls.
Eventually, he started pushing into my mouth. I wanted to
slide on top of him and feel his body pressed against mine.
He didn't resist when I pushed in closer to him; rather, he
rolled onto his side and let his upper arm embrace my hips.
He rested his head on my thigh and ran his fingers up and
down my dick. His hips moved back and forth slowly. It took
him longer the second time. I got off first. I pressed my
abdomen into him so he'd stop masturbating me. He didn't let
go but wrapped his hand around my cock and pumped harder
into my face. There was no sweet taste the second time but
the throbbing was just as hard.

     After a few minutes, he said, `you are really good at
this, Spic. Wanna do it again tomorrow?'

     Sensing the possibility of a friendship, I readily
agreed. My hopes were raised even more when he suggested we
watch TV together until his mother came home. The next day
after sex, we went back to Tony's for pizza. He left me
there with some bullshit about having to do homework. Kenny
paid other kids to do his homework.

     Saturday when I met Georgie to go hustling, he made no
mention of Kenny. By Sunday evening when I got home, I'd
sucked off Georgie four times, men six times swallowing
their nasty tasting cum in all but one case and been fucked
between the legs by a cock too big for my mouth. Due to some
sharp negotiating by Georgie, we carried forty-six dollars
each.

          Kenny waited until Tuesday to again seek out my
services. I'd planned to go the basement and use my fucking
machine. Once again, he was ahead of me. After our first
orgasm, he fingered my asshole.

     `Let me fuck you, Spic.'

     My first impulse was to agree but began to feel used. I
felt certain he'd never suck me or let me screw him but he
might go for my dick between his legs like some of the men
had done with me.

     `You gotta let me get off too, between your legs.'

     `Before or after?' He laughed. `Do it before an' you
can fuck me.'

     I sat up and looked him in the eye to see if he was
serious. He seemed slightly embarrassed, perhaps regretting
his invitation. I lay on top of him and gave him a hug,
which he returned. I felt him relax and kiss my cheek. I
returned the favor. His hands gently pulled my head up and
my lips to his. He opened his mouth and began kissing,
pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, wrapping it around
mine. I'd never considered doing this and hadn't much of an
idea what to do. Many of my customers had tried, sometimes a
bit forcefully, to kiss my on the mouth but I'd steadfastly
refused, equally as forcefully when necessary. Whiskers,
even fine stubble, was a strong turnoff for me. But Kenny's
face was smooth as mine. For a while, I just enjoyed the
feel and intimacy of his lips and tongue. His one arm held
me tight to him while the other caressed my hair. He was
nearly as frantic as I felt. Gradually, I copied what he was
doing until I was fully into the action. I found myself
short of breath a couple of times. I grabbed Kenny's head
and pulled it tightly to mine. Our teeth clicked together as
our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths.

     Twice, Kenny let saliva drip out of our mouths on his
fingers and transferred it to my cock.

     `Fuck me now,' he grunted as he raised his knees to my
ribs.

     His fingers guided my cockhead to his hole then his
other hand pressed my ass down. I felt the soft, liquid
warmth as my cock slid full inside him. Legs flexed, my toes
dug into the sheets as I pressed forward trying to push my
crotch as tight to him as possible. Ecstasy spread through
my middle and up into my chest. It took my breath away. I
had to pull my mouth off his to fill my emptied lungs with
air. His hand reached between my ass cheeks and pulled me
partially out then pushed me back inside again. No further
instruction was needed. I fucked slowly trying not to cum
too quickly. Kenny slid his mouth from mine and back to my
right ear, which he sucked in.

     `Go in harder, more,' he pled into my ear while pulling
his knees higher.

     I obeyed, raised my middle and banged into him deeply
as I could. On the third hard thrust I felt his hole tighten
suddenly as though a drawstring had been yanked hard. His
hands urged me to go faster. I lifted up on my hands and
thrust hard and fast. I came seconds later. I looked down
toward where my dick disappeared inside my new friend and
saw a couple of clear drops of liquid on Kenny's gut just
above his still throbbing cock. When I looked at his face he
was smiling. I grinned back and dropped on top of him. He
embraced me and let his knees fall back, pulling my very
slick cock out of his hole. One hand slid behind my head and
held it tightly against his shoulder. He was breathing very
hard, almost like he was crying.

     I began to grapple with what had just happened. Kenny
almost certainly liked boys just as I did. I pushed my hands
under his shoulders and hugged him as hard as he was holding
me. His breathing became longer but deeper. Then I felt the
dripping on my hand. The drops were tears. He was crying.
Had I hurt him? There was no way. I was much smaller than
him and could shove the sweeper handle nearly a foot up my
own ass. Was he upset that he'd let me do this to him; maybe
afraid I'd say something? Should I tell him that I'd never
say anything, never? I tugged harder on his shoulders. I
couldn't get any words out of my mouth.

     I've no idea how long we lay on his bed locked
together. Finally, though, with no thought to do it, I
raised my head and kissed him long on the cheek. I saw the
tracks of the tears that had run over the bridge of his nose
and down the side of his face. Without opening his eyes, he
turned his head and kissed my lips briefly before puling me
close again.

     `We better get dressed before somebody comes home,' he
whispered.

     I wanted to tell him he could still fuck me if he
wanted but his demeanor said sex was over for the afternoon.

     We went to a sub shop on Ninth Avenue and split a
cheeseburger sub and a quart of Seven Up.

     `My house is all crazy as shit,' he commented at one
point. `You think your mother'd let me stay some nights at
your house?'

     I doubted it. `I dunno. I'll ask her but she don't like
Irish people. She thinks they're all crooks.' As I said it I
remembered that Kenny had a brother working with my crooked
father, another in a reformatory and that he was on
probation.

     Kenny grinned. `Like your old man, an' me.' The grin
became a laugh. I joined him.

     `How come you're on probation?' I asked.

     `Shit. My brother got me with these guys rob stores
like groceries. We only do it far away like after Fourteen
Street an' near subways where we can get away fast. This
guy's got all the train schedules so there's one the minute
we run into the station. Trouble is the trains get late
sometimes. Fuckened transit cops saw him get all pissed off
when one wasn't there and hit this bag a money against a
pole an' it broke and the money went all over. All a us had
guns but never got a chance to pull `em out they was on us
so quick.'

     `You'd a shot a cop?'

     `Shit, not me. I never took mine out for nothin'.
Anyway, I was just the lookout.'

     `You ain't still doin' that, are you?'

     Kenny lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders.

     `You get caught again and they'll put you in the
reformatory with your brother.'

     `Don' worry, I'll be okay. You gonna talk to your
mother?'

     I did and she told me I was crazy hanging around with
Irish trash, that she better not catch me with one of those
criminals. What, I wondered, would she say or do if she knew
I was hustling my body with one and having sex with two. I
considered my basement hideout. Kenny and I both had enough
money between us to buy a mattress and sleep there together.

     On the playground the next morning, Kenny was with
older boys and nodded that I shouldn't come up to him. In
the hall as we went in, he told me to meet him in the boys'
room at nine fifteen. Since I didn't have a watch and no one
near me in class did either I kept trying to catch a look at
my teacher's wristwatch. I even went up to his desk and
asked a stupid question, how much were seven times seven, in
an attempt to see the time. Finally, I acted anxious and
asked to go pee. Mr. Martinson sighed and let me go. `You've
got three minutes,' he told me and looked at his watch.

     `What time is it,' I asked.

     `Nine twenty-two,' he replied.

     I rushed out. Kenny was waiting impatiently.

     `I ain't got no watch and don't nobody else neither.'

     `So what'd your mother say,' he asked.

     `No way. She don't even want me near no Irish kids.'

     Kenny pulled me by the sleeve into a toilet stall and
     closed the door. He wrapped me in his arms and gave me
     a deep tongue kiss then, `Don' worry, we'll figger
     somethin' out. Wanna go to my place tomorrow after
     school. I can't today.'

     `Mmmhmmm.'

     `We better get back to class.' He kissed me again and
pushed us both out to the hall.

     Kenny didn't eat lunch with me but sat where we could
look at each other. Several times he grinned and winked. As
usual, I was alone so could concentrate just on him.

     The following afternoon, we met at his stoop and went
right up, stripping the minute he closed the apartment door,
naked but for his socks by the time we reached his bed. He
rushed back and kicked the door closed. He slipped and fell
while trying to take his sock off on the way back to the bed
but rebounded off the floor and jumped on top of me. For a
moment, he just gazed at my lips then slowly dropped his
face to mine and began kissing.

     `Kenny?' came a girl's voice from outside the door.

     Kenny jumped up and stared at the door. `Shit, Nancy's
home,' he whispered.

     `Kenny, who's in there? Open the door.'

     Kenny went for his pants. I followed suit. Nancy began
knocking.

     `Kenny, c'mon, let me in. It's just me here. I wanna
watch.'

     That shocked me. She knew at least something about what
we were doing. `Kenny, what's she wanna watch?'

     Kenny stopped dressing and sat on the bed, still
staring at the door. I stopped too and looked at him. `She
know what we're doin'?'

     `Shit!' he whispered harshly. `She knows I been blowed
before an' fucked this other kid. Kid was little an' told
her. I had to let her watch a couple times.'

     So I wasn't Kenny's first. How many had he brought up
here? Did he make out with them all, let them fuck him too?

     The knocking began anew, harder. `Kenny! You better let
me in!' She was becoming agitated.

     `Shit, shit!' he muttered. `Just a minute.' He turned
to me and kissed me on the mouth, pushing his tongue full
in. `We can't do none of that with her in here. She don't
know anything, well, about that. Don' worry though. She
ain't gonna say nothing.'

     I nodded.

     There was a loud bang on the door. `Kenny!'

     `I'm comin'. Calm down.'  He walked to the door and
opened it. Nancy pushed in looking to see who was with him.
She was obviously surprised it was me. `Spic? Shit. Well I
never. You suck cock?'

          Kenny pushed in front of her. `Shit, Nancy, we're
just beatin' off. He ain't like that.

     She stood, feet apart and looked me over with her big
blue eyes. I'm sure my face was no help in convincing her.

     `You hustle with Georgie, don't you? Sharon seen you
two together goin' down Ninth a couple weeks ago.'

     I had no idea how to respond. Kenny tried to save me.

     `Shit, he don't even know what it is. Shuttup, Nancy.
You wanna watch us beat off, you gotta get naked too.'

     Still staring at me, she immediately pushed off her
shorts. Kenny unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop. I took
off my T-shirt. Nancy took off hers. She had little nubs for
tits. Other than that, she had a boyish body with a flat
tummy but no lump where a cock would be. She stuck her
thumbs in the elastic of her panties and cocked her head,
eyes on my middle. I slid down my pants, my semi-hard cock
bouncing out. Nancy smiled and pushed her panties to her
knees. Lifting on leg and exposing a sliver of warm pink
vagina, she let them fall to the floor and stepped out.
Naked, her soft hips gave her more of a feminine figure.
Kenny pulled my arm and motioned me to the bed.

     He crawled up to the backboard and began playing with
himself. I sat beside him. Nancy slid in beside me, her warm
bare leg touching mine.

     `That's a nice cock you got, Spic. Can you cum yet?
Nah, your balls `r' too little. Want me to beat you off?'

     I looked to Kenny for guidance. He shrugged his
shoulders. I pulled my hand away from my crotch. Nancy
reached in and took hold of my fully stiff dick. She fiddled
with my balls then began masturbating me. Kenny didn't seem
bothered with the situation so I lay back a bit more to
allow for greater enjoyment.

     `You wanna feel mine?' Nancy asked me spreading her
legs.

     That hardened my dick even more. I put my hand between
her legs and pressed gently into the soft little slit. She
shoved her hand in, spread the lips and pushed my fingers
inward. It was damp and hot inside. I was unsure what to do
so stuck a finger up in her. Nancy grabbed my hand and
yanked it up to her mouth, sticking my index and middle
finger into her mouth where she sucked them in, covering
them with saliva. She took them out dripping wet and
replaced them in her slit.

     `Now, go all the way in,' she whispered in my ear.

     I pushed my two wetted fingers up in as far as I could.
There was plenty of space in there. I opened and closed the
fingers, moving around the warm flesh I felt inside.

     I glanced at Kenny. He was watching, a blank expression
on his face, his right hand slowly masturbating himself as
I'd seen him do in the basement months before.

     Nancy held my now fully hard cock tighter. `Go in and
out,' she ordered.

     I obeyed.

     `Higher,' she insisted.

     I didn't understand and tried to push deeper. She
pulled my hand against her clitoris, an organ I'd heard of
but knew nothing about, and guided me to back and forth
across it as I fucked her with my fingers.

     At one point, she wet her own fingers, applying saliva
to my cock, allowing her to slide her hand up and down my
shaft. Each time I got close to getting off, she'd stop, get
some more spit from her mouth and rub my perineum and
testicles before going back to my cock.

     Kenny looked across me at his sister. Seeing her eyes
closed, he pulled my chin to him and kissed me deeply. I
returned his passion and reached over, nudging his hand out
of the way so I could take over manipulating his cock.

     Then, Kenny said in my ear, `you wanna fuck her? She's
ready.'

     I looked at Nancy's face. Her eyes were closed, mouth
open.

     `Go ahead. Ask her. She let the other kid do it.' he
whispered.

     I pushed in deeper. `Nancy.' was all I could get out.

     Nothing more was needed. Nancy let go of my cock and
said, `Get flat.'

     I didn't understand for a moment. Kenny said, `Slide
down on the bed and get flat.' My concept of heterosexual
fucking had the male on top. I wasn't sure how she was going
to accomplish it.

     I pulled myself down with my feet and lay flat. Nancy
crawled on top of me, her hot body covering mine perfectly.
Reaching back between her thighs, she guided my cock into
her slit. It was warm and wet but not nearly as tight as
Kenny's hole. I pushed in far as I could. Nancy slid down a
little, forcing my shaft against the top of her vagina. I
pushed. Nancy dropped her mouth on mine and began French
kissing just as Kenny had done, tongue wrapping around mine,
pushing in and out. Her eyes were closed. She pushed her
hands under my ass cheeks and yanked repeatedly.

     Another hand slipped between our legs and pressed
gently against my thrusting cock and balls. Kenny slowly sat
up then got on his knees behind his sister. I watched him
dribbling saliva into his hand then dropping it presumably
to his cock. He stretched out over us and moved in tight
behind her. I suddenly occurred to me he was going to fuck
her too. There was plenty of room inside her. His face was
above her head, eyes staring at mine. I felt his weight
added but not his cock. Nancy sucked hard on my tongue.
That's when I realized he pushing into her ass. His thrusts
moved me in and out of her. The thought of it brought me to
orgasm.

     Nancy didn't notice, just kept pulling on my ass to
fuck her deeper. Kenny lifted up on his arms and fucked
harder, banging her upward and increasing the length of my
thrusts. I grabbed her ass and pulled the cheeks apart so
Kenny could go deeper into her. He caressed my left cheek.
Nancy's hair falling over my face blocked my view of Kenny.
Nancy let her mouth slide down my cheek until she was able
to suck on my shoulder. Kenny lowered himself immediately
and put his mouth where hers had been. That lit his fuse.
Seconds later rammed into her and grunted, then repeated it
several times complete with the grunts. Nancy let go of one
of my ass cheeks and grabbed Kenny's, pulling her to him as
she had me. She hadn't cum yet and wanted everybody to keep
going. I was already to head for my second orgasm so pumped
away. Kenny fucked slowly and maintained his kissing.

     Nancy began pulling my ass harder. I wished Kenny were
inside me. The thought hardened my cock. I sucked on Kenny
tongue, let go of one of Nancy's ass cheeks to run my
fingers through Kenny's hair and pull to me. Kenny screwed
harder, further increasing my passion. It worked on Nancy
too. She began what sounded like humming in time to Kenny's
thrusts and sucked harder on my shoulder. Gradually, I felt
her muscles stiffen. Her fingers dug into my ass flesh.
Kenny rose up on his arms again and banged into her hard
enough to almost pop my dick out of her, rubbing her hard
against the tip of my dick each time it slid out.  Orgasm
was close but stayed just short of fruition. I really wished
Kenny had been fucking me. Kenny slammed into his sister so
hard my cock came out. Nancy didn't seem to notice though
her mouth relaxed and released my shoulder. Kenny rammed in
three more times then rose up completely and grabbed Nancy's
hips holding himself tightly inside.

     Nancy turned her head to me and put her lips to my ear.
`I can't wait `til you get bigger.' With that, she reached
back, pushed Kenny's hand off her hip and sat up on my
crotch. `How many times you get off?' she asked me.

     `Almost two.'

     `Next time you can do me back there,' she said pointing
at her butt.

     I was still horny after getting so close and watching
Kenny and Nancy get off. But Kenny was getting dressed and
Nancy said she was going to shower. She didn't invite me to
join her.

     Kenny and I went to Tony's for another cheeseburger
sub. Even though I was full of questions, on our way we'd
only discussed what we were going to order. Once seated with
our food, I had to ask.

     `How many kids you had up there with your sister?'

     `You don't gotta be jealous. I ain't never done what we
do with nobody else, just you.'

     `I ain't jealous. But, how many?'

     `You know Marty Moriarty, in third grade?'

     I nodded no.

     `Little, kinda reddish blonde haired kid, kinda skinny,
wears a giants baseball hat sideways.'

     I'd seen him around but never had any contact with him.

     `An' Sonny Pacifico, cute curly blonde haired kid with
muscles lives on my block, goes to St. Claire's.'

     `How many times?`

     `An' Billy Conner but you don' know him cuz he ain't in
school yet, only four first time but sucks almost good as
you. He's almost six now.'

     `Jesus, four. Ain't you afraid he's gonna say
somethin'?'

     `Nah, he knows he'll catch shit if he talks about sex.
His mother smacks him for just saying `shit'.'

     `Your sister fuck all of `em?'

     `Nah, just Sonny `n' Marty. Marty's got one almost long
as yours but real skinny.'

     `An' always like we did it?'

     `With me screwin' her ass?'

     `Mmmhmm.'

     `Yeh, she won't let me fuck her in front. Say we're
brother an' sister so it ain't right.'

     I leaned over the table and whispered. `I wished you
was fuckin' me while I was fuckin' her.'

     He smiled. `Me too but she can't get off with just a
kid dick in her, needs somethin' bigger or me in her ass.'

     `She been fucked by big kids?'

     `Shit, she's been fucked by men. They pay her fifty
dollars to do it.'

     `Jesus, where's she do that?'

     `Hotels just like you an' Georgie. She's got a pimp who
picks her up and takes her to `em. I figure he's chargin' a
shitload more than fifty. But he don't come more four, five
times a month and she wants it more than that.'

     `Georgie ever been up to your place for what we do?'

     `Just once but all he wanted to do was beat off. I
wanted him so bad but he might've said something to Lester
and then, well, you know.'

     `You know Nancy was in the house when we went in?'

     `Nah, I just wanted you an' me.'

     That made me feel warm, want to hug him. I took the
first bite of my sub so I more for some time to think than
from hunger.

     `I got a place we can go if you want.'

     Kenny looked at me thoughtfully. `Where?'

     We took our subs to my basement and got naked on the
cardboard. It wasn't as comfortable as Kenny's bed but his
dick up my ass made me forget the lack of cushioning.