Date: Thu, 27 May 2010 13:57:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy <tmy236@yahoo.com>
Subject: George's smart career move

George's Smart Career Move
M/b
By Timothy
Tmy236@yahoo.com

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Baltimore, Maryland
1968

George Bennet sat at a diner just down the road from the dock where he
worked as a longshoreman.

It was now a few minutes after eight in the morning and he was already late
for work.  It didn't matter, he'd pretty much resolved not to go in today.
He was sure he would be dead before the end of the week, and he saw little
reason to spend any of his last hours on Earth helping unload cargo ships
as he'd been doing for the last 15 years.

He ordered another cup of coffee and a danish from the waitress and
reflected on his life.  Graduate high school.  Two years in the Army
getting shot at by the Chinese in Korea.  After that it was marriage and
the job here on the docks.  Was that all there was?  There was his son.
But he wasn't much of a father.  He never went to the kids ball games even
though he heard the kid was good.  He often wished his ex-wife would just
call up and say she wanted the kid.  She'd run off a few years back with an
insurance salesman and now she lived down in Florida.  The salesman didn't
want to get stuck with a son that wasn't really his and so George got to
keep ten year-old Steven as part of his divorce.  He'd never really been
happy about that.

The dominant fact of life for him at the moment was that he owed his bookie
$3400. And there wasn't a hope in hell that he could pay it.  And for that
reason, he was sure someone would be sent around to put a couple of .38's
into the back of his head in lieu of him coming up with the funds.  But the
coffee wasn't bad.  The danish was nice and fresh.  And he wasn't at work.
If he had to die here and now he didn't think he would be all that unhappy
to just call it a day.

He walked out of the diner about nine and began to walk down the street.
He figured that if he wasn't going to go into work he may as well just head
home.  He headed towards the bus stop that was located a couple of blocks
up the street.  He didn't make it that far.  It came as no surprise to him
that he didn't get that far.  A sleek Lincoln Mark III pulled up to the
corner in front of him, and a man he knew to be one of his bookie's
collection guys stuck his head out the window and told him to get in.

`Roy needs to see you. Don't make me get outta the car and ask you again.'

George got into the car.  He figured that he was to be driven out somewhere
quiet, and by lunch he'd be dropped into the Chesapeake.

The man was what you would expect in an enforcer type.  George knew he was
named Lou, and knew for a fact that he had killed a lot of guys for amounts
less than what he now owed.  But Lou told him not to worry.  Roy wanted to
work things out.  George didn't believe him.  That's just what hit men told
their targets so that they wouldn't blub or otherwise go all to pieces in
an embarrassing fashion before they were shot.

They ended up a few miles from where he was picked up, inside a maze of
warehouses on the other side of the harbor from where he worked.  They
walked up to a brick building with the name Eastern Import & Export painted
on the front of it.  This was the place from which Roy conducted most of
his business.  Lou led George inside.  A few guys were sitting out front
playing cards.  A couple of them glanced at him as he was lead into the
next room, which was Roy's office.

Roy got up to greet him, a big smile on his face.  `George!  How are you
doing?  Glad you could drop by.  Need a drink?'

`Uh, sure.'  George stammered nervously.  He'd accepted that he would soon
be dead.  He just wished they would do it and get it over with.  These
games were beginning to wear on him.

`Lou, get my friend here a drink.  George, have a seat.  Make yourself
comfortable.'  George sat down in a leather chair in front of Roy's desk as
Lou went over to the well stocked drinks cabinet and poured George a drink
from one of Roy's cheaper selections of whisky.  It was still better than
what George usually got to drink.

Roy sat down at his desk as Lou handed George his drink.

`George, the reason I brought you here is that you seem to have certain
financial problems, and those problems involve me.'

`Uh, yeh, Roy.  I know about that.  I didn't do so well with the Patriots
yesterday.'

`I agree that you didn't do so well with them yesterday.  And last week you
didn't do so well with the Cowboys.  The week before that it was Cleveland
that got you in trouble.'

`Just having a bad season, Roy, but there's still the Super Bowl coming
up.'

`Or if that don't work out for you, George, how about I just carry you
until baseball season starts?'

`If you could do that for me Roy, I'd be grateful.'  He said this in a meek
and defeated voice, all the while wondering why they just didn't shoot him
and roll him up in the office carpet.

`George, you make about three dollars an hour at the harbor.  You as of
this morning owe thirty four hundred dollars.  The vig on that is seven
hundred a week.  How are you going to pay that?'

`Roy, you know I can't pay that.  I bring home a hundred a week.'

`George, this ain't good.  You know that don't you.'

`Yeh, Roy, I know it ain't good.  I know you gotta do what you gotta do.'

`Well Roy that's why I brought you here, rather than just have Lou drive
you out to the Bay for a swim.'

George was astonished to hear Roy say this.  He wasn't going to die?  There
was actually a way out of this?

`Roy, what do I have that you would be interested in?  No one in my family
has anything.  There ain't no one I can call for that kind of money.'

`No it isn't that George.  I know you aren't going to be able to call
anyone and have them cough up that kind of cash to keep you alive.  What
I've got you here for is to talk about a business opportunity.

You see I didn't get where I am by shooting guys every time they owe me a
couple of grand.  I got where I am because I can look at a man and tell
when he's worth more to me than what I've got written down on some ledger
paper.'

`Roy, honestly, I don't know what it is I got that could be worth more than
$3400 to you.'

`Lou go check to see that the projector is set up, would you.'

`Sure, boss' Lou walked out of the office through a door off to the side of
the room.'

`George, I'm into all kinds of things. There's the usual stuff you probably
know about.  But there's all kinds of other stuff to.  Porn is a big thing
now.  That's what I want you to help me with.'  George was speechless.
Porn?  What, did Roy want him to fuck chicks in front of a camera to help
pay off the $3400.  Goddamn, it was his lucky day if that was what he was
talking about!

Lou stuck his head back into the room.  `All set in here.'  Roy got up from
his desk and led Roy into a smaller, darkened room with a few folding
chairs, and a card table on which a projector was set up and pointed at a
screen positioned against the far wall.

`George, take a look at this for a minute, then tell me what you
think. Lou, go ahead and run it.'  Lou ran it.  The scene was of a cheap
set, probably just something set up in one of Roy's warehouses somewhere.
A mattress was on the floor.  After a moment In walked a young boy of 10 or
maybe 11, with floppy brown hair.  The boy was the same age as George's own
son and thus he was reminded of him.

The boy looked nervous and out of place.  He kept staring right at the
camera while talking, all the while with a befuddled look on his face.
George figured that someone must be giving him direction as to what he
should be doing.  There was no sound on the film and so George couldn't
tell what was being said, but after a moment it became obvious what he had
been told to do, when the boy began to fumble with his shorts and shirt and
was finally naked.  The tiny, naked boy looked even more vulnerable now to
George, who suddenly really didn't like where this was going at all.  He
certainly couldn't quite yet figure how this involved him.  Maybe he'd be
asked to sell this shit to the guys he worked with.  It was he who now had
a distressed look on his face.

Lou and Roy weren't looking at him, and were paying close attention to the
film.  Roy could tell both men were rubbing their own cocks through their
pants.  George now really wished he could get the hell out of that room.

The naked boy began talking again, apparently trying to get further
direction from the man behind the camera.  Whoever it was must have told
the boy to make himself hard, as after a moment he began to stroke his
little cocklette to life, and shortly he was fully hard.  George felt sick
to his stomach.  Part of him wanted to rant at Roy and Lou that they were a
couple of perverts, despite the fact that he knew Lou would probably gun
him down on the sport.  But after spending all morning thinking that he
would die that day, suddenly having Roy give him a new lease on life caused
him to decide that it was better to just stay seated and endure the
horrible, perverted film.

After a minute or two of the boy playing with himself pretty
enthusiastically, two naked, hairy men walked into the shot.  They looked
like any number or bearded, burly men that George had worked with on the
docks over the years.  Roy and Lou both looked over at George to see how he
was doing.

`This getting you at all interested, George,' Roy said.

`Uh, I, uh...'

`It may not be your thing.  But just watch the whole thing. It doesn't last
long.'  It may not have lasted long.  But to George, it already felt like
hours.

The two burly men forced the boy onto the mattress.  The boy did not
struggle a great deal.  But he clearly knew what was coming, and wasn't all
that happy about it.  The boy was made to lie flat on his stomach.  One man
immediately took up a kneeling position behind the boy, coming to a
kneeling position between the boys legs, which he had forced apart.  He had
a bottle of baby oil that he began to squirt all over the boy's butt, and
onto his big, long cock.  The other man squatted in front of the boy, and
grabbing him by the hair, began to poke at his mouth until he finally was
able to force his cock past the boy's lips.  He began to slowly ease his
meat into and out of the boy's face in a steady rhythm.

George could still tell the boy was not happy with his situation, though he
didn't seem to be struggling as much as he might have if this had been the
first time he had endured this sort of treatment.

`Are they raping that kid, Roy?'

`What they did to him a couple of months before we shot this was rape.
He's pretty used to this by now.  Lou and I have both fucked him a couple
of times each.  He's just pissed at those two guys, because they're the
ones who busted his cherry and they weren't all that nice about it.'

`Oh.'  George badly wanted a drink.  And he wanted to throw up.

The remainder of the scene was of the two men poking at the boy with their
cocks.  The first man squirted his load up the boy's ass, and pulled his
limp, dripping cock from out of the poor kid's tortured rectum.  The other
man soon after pulled his spewing cock out of the kid's mouth, and blasted
him in the face, leaving gobs of the stuff in his brown hair also.

The two men got up and walked away, leaving the broken child on the mat.
He just lay there for long second, until he finally stared at the camera.
The sick director zoomed in on his bewildered face, showing that he was
covered in the jizz of the man who had just fucked his mouth.  The camera
then began moving in a dizzying and jerky way, as the camera man walked up
behind the boy.  The boy's hands reached back and he pried his ass cheeks
open, and the camera man zoomed in onto the red, abused asshole.  The boy
began to flex his sphincter, and the camera remained zoomed in onto this
region, until the boy's efforts caused a wad of cum to be ejected from
inside him.  After a minute of watching the boy fart out the load that had
been shot into him, and the cum dribble out of the boy's asshole and down
onto the mattress, the film mercifully ended.

George was stunned and speechless at all he had just witnessed.  He didn't
even remember being led out of the small, dark room and back into Roy's
office.  But he was sitting there with a glass of vodka in his hand in
front of Roy's desk, and Roy was asking him what he thought.

`What's this got to do with me?'

`There are people who pay good money for this stuff. So we pay good money
to make this stuff. We paid the two guys $250 each for that scene.  We paid
them $100 each to pop the kid's cherry a couple of months back to break him
in.  We pay his parents a $100 per day when he's on the set or, in bed with
some john, not to ask any questions.'

`This kid has parents?  They know...what you're doing with him?'

`Like I was saying, it's the money.  This was the first film he did.  We've
made about five grand on it.

This is low-end, cheap shit that gets sold for $10 for an 8mm reel.  We do
longer, better stuff to.

People snap this up all over the world.  He's done a couple of these to,
and made a lot of money for his mom and dad.  Believe me when I tell you
that they're cleaning up. '

`Shit.  I can't believe...'

`Now let's return to the subject of the $3,400 that I was going to have Lou
take you out and shoot you over. I have a way you can make that go away.'

`How?  You want me to sell this film down at the dock?  I guess there are
guys down there who might like this kind of shit?'

`Not exactly.' Roy took out a folder from his desk and tossed it to George.
`Take a look at what's in there.'

Roy didn't think he could have been any more shocked than he already was.
He was wrong.  Inside were a number of close up pictures of his own son.
They were shots taken around his school. And some from around the
neighborhood.  He looked up in disbelief at Roy.

`Roy...what the fuck...,' he spoke softly and meekly.  He might have
mustered a parent's rage at what was obviously being suggested, were it not
for the fact his life hung in the balance.  And he wanted to live now.  The
resignation he felt earlier in the day was now long gone.

`You've got a fine looking boy. Very, very pretty face, soft, blonde hair.
He can make you good money.

You let me get him in front of the camera, I'll forget all about the
$3,400.  And you'll get $100 for every day I have work for him.  That kid
you just saw, Jerry's his name by the way, he's been doing this for only a
couple of months, and he's already been able to put almost $1000 into his
parent's pockets.

How's that sound to you?  That would just about double what you make.'

`Roy, I...'

`And I might have more for you to do, opportunities to do some more shit
for me.  I need a guy who can distribute these films for me.  Do you
drive?'

`Uh, I've got a license.  But I don't have a car.'

`Well, I can fix that.  I need a guy who can drive up to New York,
Philadelphia, Boston and get these films into the hands of some
wholesalers.  How's that sound?  You'd have a car.  And I'd pay you a
regular weekly salary.  I'd pay you more than what you make at the docks,
that's for sure. As a matter of fact, you could even stay on as a no show
in that job.  I got a guy at the union who can fix that up.'

`Roy, why...me?  'You showed balls.  I bring you in here and you had to
know I was thinking of having you whacked.  But you didn't beg for your
life.  I'm impressed.  Not everyone would have been that cool about facing
death the way you did. I figure someone like that can probably handle
carting around a trunk full of kiddie porn and be able to handle the cops
if he gets stopped.'

`That piece of it, that might be ok Roy, I need to think...but my son, you
want my son to do the kind of shit that other kid did.'

`That's not negotiable, George, that kid of yours is money in the bank.
He's good for probably two or maybe three years in this business.  I can
probably get him in 20 or 30 films in that time.  That means maybe about
100 or 150 grand.  If you're in the business with me, you'll clear about
ten or fifteen grand, not counting whatever salary I'm giving you.'

`Roy...I just need to think.'

`When's the last time you got laid?'

`Huh?'

`It's an easy question.  When's the last time you got laid?'

`I've been divorced a long time...I haven't dated any...'

`Hey, Lou, this poor guy hasn't had any for a loooonnnnnnnggggg time!'  Roy
and Lou both laughed heartily.  George felt humiliated.

`Lou, take this poor guy upstairs. George, go up and have a little fun.
Then come down when your head's clear and we can talk some more'

Lou led George out of Roy's office.  The guys out front playing cards
didn't look up from their game as he and Lou walked out the front door.
They went around the side of the building, and then up a flight of rickety
wooden stairs.  They entered another small room, this one with a bed and
sink.

`Wait here for a minute.  Relax and get comfortable.'  Lou had a big smirk
on his face.  George should have guessed what to expect.  But his mind was
too overwhelmed at the moment to be able to process anything else.

George sat on the bed.  A bottle of vodka was on the table next to the bed.
He poured himself a drink. He was hard and really happy for the first time
that day.  He figured a hooker was going to come in and take care of him.
He'd been divorced for three years and hadn't had a woman in that whole
time.  Hell, he hadn't had a woman all that often when he was married!
Poor George was shocked once again that day, when what walked in the door
was a little boy.  Well the boy LOOKED like a girl, and for a moment that's
what George thought he was looking at.

`Hi, you must be George! I'm Jack.  You can call me Jackie if you want.
Roy said you might be happier if you called me Jackie.'  Jack was dressed
up in a blue and white cheerleading outfit.  The boy had long blonde hair
and this had been done up in two long pigtails with a blue bow on one and a
white bow on the other.  The disguise worked, and George did think he might
be looking at a nine or ten year-old girl.  Even though he knew he was
really looking at a boy, the fact that the boy did look so much like a
girl, and he was about to be serviced sexually by `her' caused his cock to
really sit up and take notice.

George said nothing.  He poured himself a drink and knocked it back.  He
poured himself another and knocked that back to.

Jackie walked up and pressed his body next to George.  `Don't you think I'm
pretty, George?' His face was only inches from George as Jackie said this
in a soft whisper.  His hand then went down and touched George's
erection. He felt his now straining erection, and he began to feel and rub
it.  `oh, you do think I'm pretty don't you!'

George put his glass down and surrendered totally to the little girl-boy
standing in front of him.  Boy or girl the kid was very pretty and very hot
to George all dressed up like a pre-adolescent cheerleader.

`Yeh, you look really, really nice, Jackie'

`Wanna kiss me.  You can kiss me.  It's ok.  This is a freebee.  Roy's
being really nice to you.  Normally you'd have to pay for all this.  You
know men pay $100 to get me to do to them what I'm gonna do to you for
free!'

George felt grateful.  This beautiful young thing so close to him, feeling
him up that way, he felt really good all over now.  The drinks he had put
away had relaxed him, and he felt ready to go where the little whore wanted
to take him.

He stopped the boy from feeling him up the way he was for fear he might
shoot in his pants.

`You really are pretty Jackie.  I think I do want to kiss you.'  George let
his lips touch the boy's, and he immediately felt the boy's tongue invade
his mouth.  Soon the two were dancing in each other's mouths.  George's
hands explored the boy's back, and settled on the boy's ass, which he began
to squeeze hard, and he pulled the boy close to him, crushing the little
body next to his own.  Jackie moaned happily into George's mouth, happy
that he was able to make the man so happy.  He loved being able to turn men
on.  He loved being pretty for them, and being able to make them go crazy
for him this way!  George completely forgot or just didn't care anymore
what the gender of the child was he was kissing.

He or she was just so beautiful, and the body felt so warm and soft.  He
was a man now making love to this beautiful creature.  He needed to fuck
and cum inside this person he was beginning to mate with.

He needed to make the boy or girl eat his cum, to prove love and submission
to him.  He needed to spray his load all over the beautiful creature so
that other men would know that this was now his territory and no one else'.

`Take my dick out!  Take my dick out now and suck it!'

Jackie was delighted.  He always played men so well.  Some were kind of
freaked out the first time they got off with boys. Most of the men he was
with didn't care anything about women.  That was the case with both Roy and
Lou.  But there were others, men such as George, who usually were with
women and not with boys.  Jackie knew that they might be reluctant the
first time they were with a boy.  That usually didn't last long, though,
and he LOVED the thought that he could make even those men want him!  He
loved the thought that when they went home to their wives, they would be
thinking of him!  Jackie pushed George back onto the bed so that he was
laying flat with his legs hanging off of the bed.

He then unbuttoned George's pants and pulled out the man's cock.  It was a
bit smaller than average, and Jackie immediately made an unfavorable mental
comparison to the other cocks he had serviced in his two years as a whore
and porn star.  But he was a professional and wasn't about to say anything
out loud.

`Oh, please suck me!  Suck my dick, Jackie!'  George moaned with desire,
and his hands came to rest on the boy's head and pushed him into his
crotch.  Jackie gulped down his small meal easily.  `At least he wouldn't
choke on this one', Jackie thought.

George was taken to a new and wonderful world by Jackie.  His marriage was
one without passion, typified with infrequent and very conventional sex.
George had had a few more interesting experiences with prostitutes when he
had been in Korea 15 years before, and some of these girls had been quite
young. But none nearly so young as the boy who was now giving him such
unimaginable pleasure.

George lay back on the bed moaning in ecstasy.  His hands wandered to grasp
each of the boy's pig tails and pulled lightly on them when the boy was on
an upstroke.

`Work my cock, Jackie.  Oh, my sweet little girl.  So sweet, so good.
Gonna feed you my cum.  Eat my cum.'

Jackie smiled, pleased as he always was to make the man happy.  Jackie
loved nothing more than making men happy in this way.  He could feel the
man was getting close to cumming.  He hadn't been working on this cock
hardly a minute and he already had the man about to shoot.  He was very,
very proud of the fact he could make men so excited that they shot so
quick.  And he was getting excited himself.  His little cocklette strained
in the panties that Roy had dressed him up in.  He would have to masturbate
himself to orgasm once he was done.  His need to experience his own dry
orgasm was becoming as urgent as George's need to shoot him load.

`Jackie...cumming, I'm cumming!  Oh, sweet, sweet Jackie!'  George then
exploded into Jackie's mouth.  The girl-boy slurped down the first couple
of shots, and then began to squeeze George's cock hard and stroked up and
down on it vigorously in order to be sure he drained the man thoroughly.

Taking a few more strong bursts that went right down his throat, Jackie
then settled down to gently pumping George, nursing on the tip of his cock
so as to ingest the steady stream of cum that continued to pourr out of the
tip.

George sighed as his orgasm faded.  He gently stroked Jackie's hair,
encouraging the boy who somehow amazingly knew at every stage of a man's
orgasm just what to do to maximize pleasure.

Jackie kept lightly stroking and sucking on his cock as it went limp in his
mouth, not doing anything that would over stimulate his cock in its very
sensitive post-orgasmic state.

When Jackie had finished his service, he immediately turned to his own
need, not sensing that George would do anything for him if for no other
reason than he had never been with a boy before and wouldn't know what to
do.  Jack lay back on the bed and slipped his cocklette out of his panties
and started stroking hard and fast.  Jack was very horny having just
delivered a good blowjob and the taste of cum in his mouth, after a couple
of years of experience at sucking cocks, now always served as a strong
aphrodisiac for the boy.  So he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and
flogged his cock with two fingers, his hand a blur.

George looked over at the masturbating little boy who he had just had the
best sex of his life with.

And for the first time it sunk in.  He had just had the best sex of his
life...with a boy.  But he felt grateful.  It was still that same beautiful
creature who had had his dick in his mouth and made him feel so good.

George's hand wandered over to the boy, seemingly of its own volition.  Not
knowing what else to do he rubbed the boy's chest lightly.

Jack opened his clenched eyes, amazed that George was taking an interest.
With his free hand he pushed up his top, revealing his bare chest.
`Squeeze my tits,' he hissed George obeyed the little boy and sat up and
began to gently squeeze both of Jack's nipples.

`Oh, yea,' Jack groaned in delight.  George smiled now, happy to be making
the boy feel good.

`Cumming,' Jack announced his own orgasm.  He grunted, his butt thrusting
up from the mattress as the orgasm took over his young body.  George looked
at the thrashing boy at first expecting to see jizm shoot out of Jack's
little cock.  But then he remembered that the little boy was too young for
that.

As the boy recovered from his cum, George felt overwhelmed with a feeling
of affection and love for Jack.  He no longer cared that Jackie was really,
undeniably Jack.  He could see the little limp cocklette that was the
overwhelming evidence that they best sex he had ever experienced was with a
boy.

He leaned down and kissed the boy lightly on the lips.  `How old are you,
Jack?'

Jack was breathing hard, his eyes still closed.  He felt George kiss him on
the lips and this made him feel happy.  He enjoyed this all the more when
men expressed affection for him after sex.

`I'm 10.'

`The same age as my son.'

This explained everything to Jack.  Roy must be trying to get George's son
into the business.  Cool!  He would have a new friend soon.

Jack got up and straitened up his clothes.  `Come on, get dressed.  Lou
will be back in a minute.'

George strained up his own clothes, and a moment later Lou opened the door.

`Everyone decent in here?'  Lou walked in and looked at George.  He was
glad to see that the man was not freaked by his experience with Jack /
Jackie.  He stood next to Jackie and took the liberty of groping the boy
and planting a quick but deep kiss on the boy's mouth.  Jackie responded
enthusiastically.  He really loved Lou more than any of the other men he
had been with, knowing that he was Roy's main enforcer, and had killed a
lot of men for Roy.  Jack always felt safe with Lou knowing that Lou would
kill anyone who ever tried to hurt him.  His own father didn't even hit him
anymore.

Lou after breaking the kiss looked over at George.  He could read the man's
body language, and it told him that Roy as usual had made a good call.
Jack had showed George a really good time.  The man had a calm look about
him, and a confident bearing that spoke of a man who had just had his own
needs well satisfied by by a really good session of sex.

`Jack, honey, why don't you go find Charlie and get him to give you a lift
home.  I think we're done with you today. ` Lou pulled out his wallet and
took out a hundred dollar bill, which Jack snatched up and put into his
pocket.

`Be sure to give this to your dad.'

`What about ME, Lou!'  Jack sounded really strident.  He still had his tip
coming.

`Course, kid. ` Lou pulled out a twenty and handed it to Jack, who shoved
this bill into his pocket with the other.  `See you!' Smiling, Jack bounced
out of the room and ran down the stairs, his head filled with plans for the
$20.

Lou looked at George.  `Roy wants to talk to you again.'

`Ok, let's go. ` Lou could tell that George was ready now to agree to Roy's
plan.  He was glad.  He'd really hate to have to kill George now.  It would
feel funny killing a man who had just got it on with sweet little Jack, the
hottest piece of ass he had ever experienced in his life.  And he had
fucked hundreds of kids in his time, kids who had turned thousand of
tricks, and done tons of porn and knew everything there was to know about
getting a man off.  Jack had them all beat any day of the week.

They walked down the stairs and back into Roy's office.

Roy was sitting at his desk with a small piece of paper in his hand.

`You see this George.  It's got your name written on it, along with a
number.  That number is $3,475 dollars.  This is your marker.  Please tell
me I can tear this up, George.  I really want to tear this up.'

`One thing, Roy. Just one thing, please.'  There was a tremor in his voice.
He knew a few minutes ago that he would agree.  He had to have Jack again
regardless of if the boy dressed as a girl or not.  He had to see him
again.  He had to fuck him.  He had to fuck that kid up his ass and cum
inside him.  And God help him, sweet blessed Jesus save his soul, he wanted
to have that little cock in his mouth.  He wanted to possess that boy body
and soul.  Somehow having that little piece of flesh in his mouth, to suck
on it and taste it, to make that boy cum and thrash around on the bed was
part of all of that.

`Sure George, I'm beginning to think of you as a friend of mine.  If it
isn't unreasonable, name it.'

`When you,' he choked for a moment.  This was difficult.  `When you break
my kid in, don't let those two guys in the film do it.  It can't be like
that.  Is there someone...nice?  Someone who will be kind when they do it.
Someone who won't hurt him?'

`Of course, George! I wasn't going to use them anyway with your kid.  He'll
get the same one that did Jack.  You see what a sweet, fun kid he is.
There's this priest who does some of the kids for me.  He always gets
really good results.  He's slow and patient.  He always gets the job done
right, and the kids show it when you take them to bed or put them in front
of a camera.  A few of them I like to throw at those guys to get a certain
look in some of the films.  Some films you want kids who look like they're
not having a good time, because they're really not.

`I don't want my kid in those kinds of films, Roy.  Please!'

`Don't worry.  Those kids are trash I get from the sewers.  You're kid's
better quality than that.  He's just going to be in the high class shit I
do.  You'll see.'

`Alright, if that's understood, then we've got a deal.  Give him to this
priest you're talking about.  And he only does films where he'll be treated
right.  If he turns out like Jack, I've got no problem with any of this.'

`That's the plan, George.'

`Alright, you gonna tear up my marker?'

Roy held up the $3400 chit, and tore it into tiny pieces and threw it in
the trash.

George smiled.  `And so does this mean I also work for you now, like you
said before, I get to distribute this porn shit for you?'

Roy reached into his desk and pulled out three one hundred dollar bills.
`Yep, and here's your first two weeks salary. Go out and have a hell of a
time with it my friend.'

He then scribbled an address on a slip of paper.  It was another warehouse
district on the other side of Baltimore.  `You don't need to show up here
until Monday at 8am.  It's where my guy does all the kiddie porn shoots.
And you're done at the port.  Just show up every Friday from now on to sign
for your check.  I'll get that all fixed for you with my guy at the
Longshoremen's Local.  Don't lose your union card.  That's gonna come in
handy when people ask what you do for a living.  And one more thing,' he
scribbled another address on another piece of paper, `go by here as soon as
you can.  Tell them Roy sent you.  Pick out a car.  Something nice and
comfortable.  Like I said, you'll be driving all over around here, up to
New York, Pittsburg, Boston distributing my shit.  There's a couple of
dozen different porn shops in PA alone that this stuff goes to.  So you're
going to be spending a lot of time in that car.'

George was overwhelmingly grateful now to Roy.  It was a wonderful new, and
exciting life that suddenly was opening up for him.  He was working for the
mob, and probably be spending lots of time fucking around with young
boy-whores who all the evidence suggested were better in bed than any woman
could ever hope to be.  But there was still the one thing that still made
him feel still guilty and uneasy.

`When do you need my kid?'

`I need to talk to Father Murphy.  He's been working a couple of other kids
I sent to him.  But I can get yours scheduled probably by next week.  It'll
just be a getting to know you day out together.  Maybe to the zoo.  Or out
on the harbor on one of the site seeing boats, that sort of thing.  He
usually does that a couple of times before he tries to even get to first
base.  He'll take them up to this place of his, a cabin up in Pennsylvania
when he gets ready to actually bust your kid's cherry.  It's like a
romantic get away, I guess.  He's really smooth, like I said.  Patient.
But then, he's a priest.  Me, I'd never be that patient.'

George cringed inside a little when he heard Roy refer to busting his kid's
cherry.  But he'd already decide that if that was the price for his new
life then he was certainly willing to pay it.

`Just one more thing, Roy.'

What's that, George?'

`Can I get Jack for this weekend?'

The End