This is not my first writing attempt, although assuming that I manage to finish it -- which I have full intentions of doing (and you must admit, it's looking better all the time that I will), it will be the first time that has actually happened. Personally I think that I'm better at thinking out the rough elements of a story rather than filling in the details, so I would like to offer my grateful thanks to my friend Mike for continuing to allow me to bounce ideas off him and providing many helpful suggestions as well as the encouragement that has actually gotten me this far. I would also like to gratefully thank all the readers who have written with comments. I really appreciate having heard from all of you.
It should be easy to figure out by this point that has turned into a love story. It has, does and will contain graphic depictions of sex between young males and not necessarily always consensual, so if you're some sort of puritan or prude, you ought not to be at this site to begin with, and you certainly shouldn't read any farther into this text at all. Shoo, go away.
If you're not, which if you're now reading this sentence now, you had better not be. I hope you'll enjoy this. This story is set in a mythical place along the coast of North Carolina, where there are no such things as STDs or deity-of-your-choice forbid HIV or AIDS. Not only does the place where this is set not exist, but I suppose I should point out that neither do any of the characters. They are all completely made up and bear no intentional resemblance to anyone, living or dead (well actually the crazy old lady, `Mama' is loosely based on an old woman I once knew -- but the only strays she took in were cats). This should not in any way be construed as advocating unsafe sex, incest or forcing one's self upon another, although all these things are going to be portrayed in this story. It sort of started out with a bang, but for the more mild-mannered of you, have no fear it isn't going to be all sex, though there will be a fair share of it going on.
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The House on Lora Avenue Chapter Thirteen
When the three boys got back to Lora Avenue, Mama was nowhere to be found. This wasn't all that unusual, as she would sometimes just take off and wander around the beachfront. Once or twice, the police had even brought her home when she had started acting crazy out in public. They went out back and did a few bong hits a piece, and then retired to the bedroom. The three boys all stripped out of their clothes, and being left horny from the weed all climbed into the same double bed together, with the brothers on the outside and Andrew in the middle. Jamie and Tim exchanged a knowing look, and then they both started to work their mouths over Andrew's body. Andrew was absolutely in heaven. Tim started high, working his way down from Andrew's neck, taking time to lift the boy's arms up and lick in his arm pits to satisfy his own particular little fetish. While he did that, Jamie started working his way up the inside of Andrew's thighs. Andrew drew in a sharp take of breath as Tim licked under his arm and Jamie sucked his balls into his mouth at the same moment.
Jamie continued to work his way up, and Tim worked his way down. Tim moved to Andrew's tiny, dark brown nipples and Jamie licked up the exposed underside of his now very hard penis. He licked the head a few times before taking just the head into his mouth. As he did this, Tim gently bit on his nipples. Andrew was being driven wild by the attention he was getting from the brothers. Tim moved down to Andrew's navel, and stuck in his tongue. Jamie was slowly moving lower and lower on his dick.
Tim then moved down and joined his brother, sucking on Andrew's shaft below where Jamie's mouth was. Then Jamie backed off and met Tim for a kiss, sandwiching Andrew's head between their lips as they did so. They both stuck out their tongues, which met frequently as they played with the tip of Andrew's dick, now leaking generously. Jamie had an idea... "Andrew, get up on Timmy's dick and ride him. Face me though so I can suck you while you do it." Tim grinned as his brother made him a gift of his boyfriend's sweet little ass. "That's what brothers are for." He laughed.
Andrew didn't even hesitate. He moved up over Tim's pelvis, reached under his butt and held Tim's dick while Jamie squirted lube over it. Jamie stroked the lube up and down his brother's stiff cock. He was actually getting really turned on knowing that his brother was about to fuck his boyfriend. He also hadn't touched his brother like this for what seemed like quite a long time, though it had really only been about a week. Then with a sweet little gasp of lust Andrew lowered himself down over Tim's cock while Jamie held it in place. Andrew pushed down slowly. The only preparation they had done was to grease up the dick he was about to ride. They hadn't even rubbed any lube into his hole this time.
It took four tries, but Tim's cock finally penetrated Andrew's ass. Jamie continued to hold onto it until Tim was buried about halfway into Andrew's hole. Then Jamie moved around to the front and put his lips around Andrew's penis. Jamie was so turned on that he sucked Andrew completely into the top of his throat as the boy rode his brother. His big regret was that he wasn't gifted with no gag reflex like Ben. After just a fraction of a second, Jamie started to choke and had to back completely off of Andrew's dick. Then he had another thought... This was something that he'd heard about, that it felt fantastic, but he'd never been able to try it before now...
Jamie got up to his knees and kissed Andrew deeply and passionately as the other boy moved erotically on his brother's penetration. Then he backed away slightly, and pressed his and Andrew's dicks both down so they stood straight out from their bodies and were tip to tip. Andrew had to stop his movements riding Tim's dick when he did this, and Tim picked up where he left off, thrusting up into him. Jamie slowly slid Andrew's foreskin up over the tip of his dick, then pressed their heads together a little tighter. Then he pulled the loose skin from Andrew's dick over the head of his own penis.
Both boys gasped at the same time from the marvelous feelings the union of their dicks had created. Neither had felt anything like this, and they literally came at the same time as soon as Andrew's foreskin had slid over the top of Jamie's dick. When this happened, Andrew involuntarily clenched his cheeks around Tim's dick, and tried to pull him deeper inside. This had the effect of causing Tim to start cumming just seconds after the other boys. Completely spent, Jamie pulled away from the other two boys, and lay beside them on the bed. Andrew lay back on Tim, who wrapped his arms around the younger boy and held him, his dick not coming out of Andrew until it became flaccid and did so of its own volition. They were asleep though, before that happened.
Ben awoke the next morning and decided to go for a swim in the ocean behind Adam's house. Since the beach was secluded, Ben decided to go into the water nude. When he came out of the water, he ran his hands back through his hair, pushing it back and squeezing the water from it. Adam was standing on the beach watching him as he came out of the water, he was wearing a bathrobe, but it was hanging open so that Ben could see that he too was naked underneath it. He had a tall glass of what looked to be orange juice in his hand.
"There's a pitcher of Mimosas up on the pool deck if you want one." Adam took a large sip from the glass he was holding. "I'm having some people over for brunch this morning as well," he said. "You'll have to make sure you're dressed appropriately, but you're welcome to join us."
"What's dressed appropriately mean exactly?" Ben asked.
"Nice shorts, polo shirt. Something like that, it's going to be by the pool. The caterers will be here soon."
"Well, I guess I better get cleaned up then and get ready," Ben said. Then he walked up off the beach toward the house.
Adam watched Ben's cute little butt wiggle as he walked away. He'd had that boy before -- having picked him up as a trick at the Oar House -- and he wanted to have him again. He knew that his feelings were motivated by pure lust though, and that this boy had some sort of feelings for one of his newest stars. He didn't want to let his hormones get in the way of business as Kyle had done, but still -- what a sweet little ass. There was a chance that the boy would be willing, after all he had been before. Adam was sure that he would be again, given the right motivation...
Adam stroked himself idly a couple times, then followed Ben back up to the pool deck and joined him while he too had a Mimosa. They chatted a while they sipped their drinks. Adam discarded his robe. There was no real meaning or purpose behind the conversation, and no intention of getting sexual. They were strangely comfortable with each other, sitting naked by the pool.
When they woke up, Jamie, Tim and Andrew were still in the same bed, though now Tim was in the middle, Andrew having rolled off him during the night. Jamie and Andrew were cuddled up close to Tim, pressed against him. He had to get up and pee though, and in trying to loosen the other boys' grip on him so he could get up, he awakened them. They all ended up going down the hall to the bathroom together, even peeing into the toilet bowl at the same time. They did not shower together though. In fact they all very intentionally showered separately.
When they were done, the boys dressed and went to the kitchen. Mama was still nowhere to be found. Jamie even reluctantly checked her bedroom, and she wasn't there. Tim made breakfast for the boys and noted that they had better go to the store and get more groceries. While it had only been two days, the supplies were very low. Jamie silently wondered about that.
After they finished eating, the three boys all walked down the block to the store and got enough food to restock the refrigerator. On the way out of the store, Tim stopped to call Adam's house, looking for Ben. Ben actually answered the phone when he called.
"So how is everything there?" Tim asked.
"Everything is good," Ben told him. "There's a big shindig going on over here in a little while, a bunch of Adam's friends."
"So what's the deal with Kyle?" Tim asked.
"He's gone, that's all I know," Ben told him. "Adam told me that he wouldn't be back too."
"That's cool, so when can we come over?" Tim asked, as he for one preferred swimming in a pool, as opposed to the ocean.
"Hold on, I gotta ask Adam about that."
A few moments later Ben was back on the phone. "He says come on over now, if you got decent shorts and shirts with collars, you know, like a Polo or an Izod or something. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, we can look decent enough, but how are we gonna get in there?" Tim did remember the guards at the gate.
"Get a cab, dude. Adam said he'll cover it if you need him to. He'll leave your names with the gate so you can get in."
"Okay, we'll see you guys in a little while." Tim hung up the phone and then filled the other boys in on the party they had just been invited to. They took the food they had bought back to the house on Lora Avenue, and put it all away. There was still no sign of Mama, and this caused some discussion. Perhaps she had ended up in a police cell yet again. Jamie thought they had better get out for a while in case the police brought her back and started asking awkward questions. They had to make a few changes to their apparel, and then they walked down to the beachfront to get a cab out to Ashton Hills.
When Jamie, Tim and Andrew got to Adam's house, the party was in full swing. They all grabbed a bottle from a trough of iced down beers and a plate of food from the buffet. The food that was being served was definitely a cut above what they were used to. There was even a chef preparing crepes at the end of the buffet line.
There were a few guys that Jamie and Ben knew from hustling down by the gay bar there. Although they said nothing to each other about it, they both noticed that all the hustler guys that were there were all on the very young side.
A lot of the people at the brunch were foreign, and didn't even speak English (at least not where the boys could hear them). There were quite a few though that the boys got the idea wanted to see more of them than they were showing.
They were soon given glasses of what Adam called `boat drinks' in place of their beers, and rapidly lost their inhibitions. It wasn't long before they were coaxed into swimming naked in the pool in front of the rest of the party.
None of the boys really thought about why they were losing their inhibitions so readily, and because of the way they were feeling, they didn't care either. Ben noticed as he started sipping his own `boat drink' that this was what all the young hustler guys were being fed as well, regardless of what they had said they wanted. He was already too far gone to wonder about the motive for this.
Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer everyone), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. I think I've even seen her watching me through her rear window with binoculars as I sit on my deck in my boxers writing this. Wow, that thought makes me more and more uncomfortable.