Jack Parker - Photo orgy

He ran his fingers through his thin hair. "But what are you gonna do with the pictures?"

"I don't know, make a scrapbook for my old age. I just got this wild urge to do this, Tony. You know me when it comes to sex. Anything can happen."

"Yeah!" he said, grinning. He was so caught up in the thought of seeing nude women, poor bastard, that he didn't even stop to wonder why I was asking him instead of one of my swinging buddies.

"The first broad I got lined up, she's got tits on her like this." I held my hands two feet out from my chest.

"No shit!" He took a big bite of his wedge, his big eyes staring into mine. "I know'er?" he asked between chews.

"Don't think so," I said. "Her name's Lois Kranz – she lives up in one of them new developments."

Tony swallowed and said, "When are we gonna do it?"

"Well, I figure we can take any lunch hour we feel like. We'll just go on out to my place before the women show up and get set. I was figuring on Monday, maybe, for the first go-round."

"Monday? Oh, yeah? Jesus!" He took another bite, ripping the bread and ham off the wedge. The poor bastard probably had a hardon just thinking about it.

"Yeah, it'll be a lot of laughs," I said, crumpling my beer can and reaching for my cigs. "Wait'll you see the knockers on Lois. I just hope you can control yourself long enough to get in a few clear pictures." I laughed.

"Don't worry about me," he said quickly, wiping his bare arm across his mouth. Then a puzzled look came over his face. "But what if she hears me or something? Or sees me? Does the camera make any noise?"

"A little," I said. "But look, don't sweat it, OK? I'll keep the record player on. And she won't see you either. We'll leave the closet door open just a crack. You won't have trouble – the bed's only four or five feet away."

"She got big ones, huh?" His fat eyes twinkled.

"Yeah," I said.

"How old is she?"

"Oh, thirty-some, I'd say. But she don't look it – she keeps in shape with these exercises. She's a yogi or something. Lots of times, when we go at it, she gets into these wild positions. You oughta get some hot shots, all right." I winked at him and raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah? No shit!" He leaned forward.

"Yeah," I said. "The last time we did it Indian style, with me flat out on my back and her sitting on my cock. And you know what she did then?"

"What!"

"With my cock right up to the hilt in her and everything, she crossed her legs and put one foot on the opposite knee and the other foot on the other knee. She said it was a big thing, all the yogis do it that way. I forget what she called it, locus or something, but lemme tell you, it was wild. She went up and down my prick like that for half an hour."

"No shit!"

I felt sorry for Tony in a way. I mean, it must be rough never getting any and listening to other guys tell about all their wild times.

"Boy, that's really wild," Tony said. He ran his hand through his hair. "What else did she do?"

"Well, she got my cock between her tits – I was standing and she was on her knees – and jerked me off. She pressed them together and jerked them up and down against me till I shot my load all over her chest."

His mouth was hanging open now. "Christ! That's too much! Is that another thing yogis do?"

"I don't think so," I said. "But lemme tell you, it was wild. She's always coming up with something, that Lois. Yeah, you'll get an eyeful, all right."

We sat without talking for a few minutes. I could tell Tony was going nuts just thinking about it. After a while I stood up.

"Well, we got a job to do," I said. "Your old man's been on my ass all week. I don't want him to come out here and find me sitting around."

Tony hauled his big hulk up off the floor. "Pete," he said, kind of slow and nervous, "do you think – I mean, maybe could I get a little of that stuff?"

I looked at him and he blushed like crazy. I hated to say anything that would piss him off and maybe change his mind. And I really didn't want to hurt the guy either. But Lois wouldn't want nothing to do with a guy like him. She was big on health and keeping in shape and she liked strong, well-built young guys like me. One look at Tony's fat gut and she'd either run for it or laugh him out of the room.

"Do you think she'd mind, Pete? Maybe you can ask her." The horny bastard! If eyes were cockheads, his cheeks woulda been covered with cum.

"Well… I don't know, Tony. I mean, she just doesn't do it with every stranger, you know? I can ask her if you want, but don't count on anything. Anyway, you're not even there, as far as she's concerned. How am I gonna get the pictures if you're there and she knows it?"

His brow wrinkled for a minute. Then he said, "Maybe you can just tell her you want some pictures and she'll go for the idea. Then I wouldn't have to hide."

He had me. For a minute I didn't say anything. "I once tried to take some shots of her," I said, when I had an answer. "But she didn't go for it. She's gotta be careful in a small town like this, you know? She wouldn't go for it, Tony."

"Well, what if I take the shots and all and then you can ask her over the next day and introduce me?" The poor guy was almost pleading.

"Well… we'll see," I said. "I can't promise anything. Why don't we just go ahead with the plan and I'll see how things work out? OK?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so," he said.

"Let's get back to work," I said.

We went back into the bathroom and continued installing the pipes for the sink. After five minutes or so, Tony headed out the door.

"Too much beer," he said. "Be right back." A few seconds later I heard the living-room door slam.

He didn't return for ten minutes. It was the longest piss on record. I didn't say anything, though. I knew damn well what he was up to, and I felt sorry for him. Imagine, a guy in his twenties still beating off.

I used all my spare time planning and setting up the project. By Friday I had a box down at the post office and a list of the broads I was gonna tap. There was Lois and Doris Stanyon and Betty Ayres and Hope, two more I hadn't seen for a while, and a pair of nurses, Annie and Jo, who lived together above the stationery store in town. These two are a story in themselves. They're AC-DC and more than once we've had a hell of a threesome.

I used to go with Annie. It doesn't matter how I found out about her and Jo, but I did. Anyway, for a year after that we messed around a lot, but then Jo started getting jealous so we cooled it a bit. But every once in a while Annie still calls me up and Jo isn't unfriendly when I run into her around town. So they were naturals. I could get some hot pictures of them and I wouldn't even need Tony, since they weren't as cautious as the other, older broads. They were young and didn't care much about anything. But they'd care plenty about those pics, probably at least ten bucks' worth a week each.

I also had Lois lined up by Friday. When I stopped by her place she threw her arms around me and asked why I hadn't been around. She was all set to go at it then and there – said she had a new position to show me – but I reminded her that it was dangerous for me to keep hanging around with the truck outside all the time, so she agreed to come up to my place on Pine Way on Monday at noon.

Friday evening, after work, I went down to Grant's and got a few more rolls of film for the Polaroid. I had used up the film I had by experimenting and testing out the light in my room.

After I had the film, I went up to Ed's to spend a few hours drinking beer and shooting pool with some of the boys. Everybody was there, and, as usual, they spent a good part of the time bitching about their jobs, wives, you name it. When I left that evening, I was even more sure that what I was about to do was right. I wasn't about to sit still and let myself become like them, trapped, with no hope for the future. No, I had another route mapped out for my life, another trip. The tickets were bulging in my jacket pocket and said Polaroid on them.