This is not my first writing attempt, although assuming that I manage to finish it, 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 allowing me to bounce ideas off him and providing many helpful suggestions as well as the encouragement that has actually gotten me this far.
It may still be difficult to imagine, but this is in fact going to turn out to be a love story. It does 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. 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 does sort of start 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 Two
Unknown to either Jamie or Andrew, Tim had been awakened shortly after their encounter began. He lay in the bed next to them, the one he normally shared with his brother, and quietly watched what transpired. The room thoroughly reeked of the sex that the other two had just enjoyed. Tim had wanted to join them, but thought Jamie would object to his butting in. He decided to bide his time. So, he thought, Jamie had gotten the boy's cherry. He had wanted it, but he hadn't wanted to go to quite the lengths his brother had. He thought he could have talked Andrew out of his virginity. But what Jamie had done had given him some ideas.
Tim was hot, and it definitely wasn't just from the warmth of the North Carolina night. He reached into his briefs and rubbed himself a few times. Since they had sort of adopted the younger boy a few days earlier he and his older brother had not been afforded the privacy they normally had to enjoy the pleasures of each other's bodies. He felt the wetness in his briefs. The hot sexual session he had just watched had his dick hard and dripping with pre-cum. Thoughts ran through his mind about what sort of things he and his brother might be able to get Andrew to do. It certainly seemed as if Andrew had enjoyed the encounter with his brother in the end. Tim chuckled silently to himself at the bad pun he had made.
Tim rolled out of bed and walked over to the open window. He thought he had heard something outside, voices? He didn't see anything, it was probably his imagination.
It still wasn't so oppressively hot that they needed the air conditioning on. Good thing. The old woman wasn't exactly well off even though she owned a house so near the beach. He didn't know why she had taken them in and allowed them to stay with her, but sort of thought that she secretly liked to see the boys as they moved around the house in their underwear. Maybe that was why she liked to keep the house so warm. He grabbed the bong from the top of the dresser and, picking up his pants, he pulled a small bag of some surprisingly good weed from one of his pockets. The wetness in his briefs was starting to bother him, so he stripped them off before he walked out to the back patio to catch a quick buzz and think more about the ideas that had surfaced in his mind after seeing what Jamie had done to Andrew. One nice thing about the unkempt way the old woman kept the house was that the hedges in back were all overgrown and untrimmed, allowing plenty of privacy from the neighbors. He and Jamie had even sunbathed naked out here a couple times when the crazy old lady was going to be gone for a while. He lit the bowl and inhaled deeply.
As Tim sat and smoked, he contemplated what he was going to do and idly rubbed his hand over his dick and balls. Pre-cum was again leaking from the slit at the tip of his dick. He was tempted to take the ropes and tie Jamie while he slept, then see if he could get Andrew to do a repeat performance sort of in reverse. Nah, he thought to himself. That wasn't it. It would be good, but that wasn't what he really wanted.
He wished he had been able to take some pictures of what Jamie had done with Andrew though. He thought about the old guy (well, twenty something, but that was old to him) they had met on the beach near the gay bar. It had been about a week ago, while they were panhandling. He had paid them to come over to his house and let him take pictures of them skinny dipping in his pool. They had been tame, but sex pictures of the sort of things Jamie had just finished doing with Andrew probably would have been worth some real money.
He thought about the day at the pool some more. They had used their usual come on to the guy, asking for some money because they needed to get something to eat. Well, actually they hadn't been bull-shitting the guy, they were out of food and were both getting pretty hungry. He'd told them that he'd buy the something to eat, and wanted to talk to them about a way to make some money. Food and jobs? Hey, this could be a pretty good score. Jamie asked about the jobs as they walked down the block to the guy's car. "Just wait till we get to the restaurant" the guy had told them. They got to a white Town Car and the guy hit the button on those little remote controls that everyone seemed to have these days. "Get in guys, the restaurant's about ½ mile from here." A half mile? Why didn't the guy just take them to the Burger King that was right there on the same block?
A few minutes later they pulled up at The Arbor, a steak house that was known for its high prices and good food, although the dress code was casual. Apparently they knew this guy in here -- the hostess called the guy by name, Adam and led them to a fairly private table in the back of the dining room. After they were seated, Adam formally introduced himself to them and they told him their names as well. He asked them some questions about themselves, how old they were, where they were from, why they were out panhandling on the street and other questions, some general some specific. This time it was Tim that asked about what the jobs were. Again Adam out them off and told them to wait a few minutes until the food arrived.
As they ate their steaks, Adam explained to them that he was a photographer and thought that they could probably make some decent cash as models since they were both pretty good looking, and he thought photogenic. It wouldn't necessarily be steady work, and would depend on how well the pictures they took went over with his distributors, but it could turn out to be pretty lucrative. Tim, being the more suspicious of the two asked what kind of pictures. "Mostly nudes" Adam told them. "Some solo, and maybe some with each other. You guys ever jerked off together or anything like that?"
Jamie grinned at him, "Yeah, something like that."
"So, you think you'd want to do that in front of a camera?" Adam asked them as he sipped his glass of wine.
"How much money are you talking about?" Tim asked.
"You get right to the point don't you?" Adam said. It obviously wasn't meant as a question but as a statement. "You'll get a hundred a piece for the initial shoot. That should take us about two hours. If the distributors like what they see, and depending on what you're willing to do in the photo sessions you could make as much as a thousand or two in an afternoon."
It was that thousand or two in an afternoon that Tim was thinking about as he formulated his plan. Neither of them had asked specifically what Adam had meant by `what they were willing to do' but Tim had a pretty good idea. Adam obviously wanted young guys in his pictures -- they had told him their true ages and it hadn't fazed him at all -- so getting Andrew to join them would be perfect. Besides Tim thought, he needed to kick in his fair share earning money for them. He briefly wondered what the kid would think about taking nudie pictures with them, then decided for them all that it didn't matter. Tomorrow they would call Adam.
Before they had finished the meal the boys had agreed to the `screen test.' When they left the restaurant they climbed into Adam's car and drove to the Ashton Hills subdivision, one of the more expensive neighborhoods in the area. They went in through the garage and he led them out to the large back yard. The house backed up to the ocean, and both sides of the back yard had a high stone wall that ran from the house down as far as to where the beach started. In was very private. Adam explained to them that he did a lot of his photo shoots out here. He had even used the beach behind the house a few times since the area was so secluded. There was a small bar to one side of the patio, and as Adam walked over to it he asked the boys if they wanted anything to drink. They both asked for beer. Adam pulled two beers from a small refrigerator, opened them and handed them over to the boys, then poured himself a small glass of scotch and added a few ice cubes. "Make yourself comfortable guys; I'll go get the cameras."
The boys sat and quietly sipped their beers while they waited. "He's not going to touch us," Tim finally said to Jamie.
"No, we won't let him touch us" Jamie agreed.
When Adam came back out on the patio he had changed clothes, and was now wearing just a loose fitting pair of white shorts and was carrying two expensive looking digital cameras. He sat down in a chair in front of a table next to the lounges the boys were on and sipped his scotch as he checked the settings on the cameras. "There's plenty more beer in the fridge behind the bar guys, just help yourselves. It will take me a few minutes to check the settings on both these things."
Tim went over to the bar and started opened two more beers while Jamie asked Adam "So do we just get naked now or what?"
"No, I want to get you undressing on film. Actually I'd prefer it if you two would undress each other if that's okay."
Jamie answered for both of them, "Yeah, we can do that."
Near the end of their second beers and Adam's second scotch the cameras were ready. "Okay guys," Adam said. "Stand up next to each other. No, Jamie stand behind Tim. That's better. Now, reach around him and unbutton his shirt." Adam instructed them both as they undressed each other and soon they were both down to their underwear -- Jamie in boxers with smiley faces printed all over them and Tim in a pair of red briefs. Adam had Tim kneel in front of Jamie and start to slowly lower his boxers. It was obvious through their underwear that both boys were pretty well on the way to hard. When Jamie's boxers had dropped to his ankles, he stepped out of them. Tim was tempted to stick his tongue out and give his brother a quick taste, but decided that kind of show was going to cost Adam more than two hundred dollars.
They changed places, and Jamie ran his hands up Tim's legs, putting his hands in through the leg holes and out through the waistband. When he did this, his thumbs brushed against Tim's balls and dick. Tim involuntarily drew in a deep breath of air when he did this. As he let it out Jamie pulled his briefs down and Tim stepped out of them. Adam had the boys stand next to each other for a few pictures; both front and back, then told them to just play around the pool area for a while as he took candid shots.
The boys did as he asked, and just had fun frolicking around the pool naked. They had a few more beers while Adam snapped away with the cameras, and while they were in the water, where the camera couldn't get a clear picture of exactly what they were doing they held their hard dicks out away from their bodies and performed a little `sword fight.' They took a few turns standing behind the other and giving a short reach-around, taking the opportunity to get a good feel of the other's equipment, not that it was unfamiliar to them. They took turns diving off the diving board, sliding down the slide into the pool, and generally just had fun acting like teenage boys. Near the end of the two hours the boys had noticed that another boy somewhere around their age had come out to the pool and was sitting on a lounge chair watching them while Adam continued taking pictures. Tim noticed that when Jamie and the other boy's eyes met, they nodded at each other as if they recognized one another. He would have to ask Jamie about that later.
The other boy was wearing a pair of blue and yellow boardie shorts, and had dark skin and black hair. He had a fair amount of hair on his legs, and a cute, small happy trail running from his navel down into his shorts. Tim figured he was of Italian or Spanish descent probably. When Tim caught the other boy eye-to-eye he noticed that the boy had very piercing dark brown eyes. Yeah,' Tim thought to himself. This dude is seriously hot.'
A short time later, Adam told them he was done and that they could get dressed whenever they wanted and he would give them a ride home. Jamie dried off almost right away and put his boxers back on. Tim decided to sit naked on a lounge chair and allow the warm North Carolina sun dry him while he had another beer.
The dark skinned boy rode with them when Adam drove them home a little while later. He sat in back with Tim, and Jamie sat up front with Adam. During the drive home, Tim talked with the other boy while Jamie gave Adam directions to the crazy old lady's house. Tim learned that the boy's name was Ben, and that he had been staying in Adam's house for a few days. He told Tim that he was one of Adam's `models' and that he had been doing some solo shoots on the beach, around the pool and jacking off on the bed in the bedroom he was staying in. Quietly, Tim asked Ben if Adam had wanted to do anything with him and Ben told him no.
The two hundred dollars Adam had given them had gotten them food and weed for about a week. That money was gone now though. They were going to have to do something soon to get some more. Adam had given Jamie a phone number, saying that maybe they could let him take pictures again in exchange for more cash. He hoped the guy wouldn't want to do more than take pictures of them though.
Adam hadn't been bad looking for an older guy, Tim thought, but he didn't like either the idea of having sex with someone so much older than himself or of selling his ass to get by. Jamie had told him about some boys he had met at the beach a while back who told him that they were able to make some pretty good money as hustlers, on top of getting a comfortable place to stay out of the deal, even if it was only for a short time. They told him that all you had to do was hang around on the beach near the deck of the gay bar that overlooked the beach and wait for a guy to come by and pick you up. It still didn't appeal to Tim though, and he wondered if Ben was one of those hustlers Jamie had told him about. Having pictures taken was okay though, at least that way no one got to touch him that he didn't really want to, and it was sort of thrilling in a way. He wondered what would happen to those pictures though, and who would see them.
He finished off the bowl and reached down into his crotch again. Damn, he was still hard and leaking. He was definitely going to have to do something about that. He walked back to the bedroom, his dick standing out in front and bobbing back and forth as he walked. He replaced the bong on top of the dresser and returned his stash to his the pocket of the pants he has discarded on the floor earlier. He looked over the other two boys, laying next to each other on the bed -- both still on their backs, Andrew's hands still tied above his head, and Jamie with one arm draped across his own forehead. Tim moved around so he could see them better in the light from the window. As he studied their bodies, he concentrated for a moment on their armpits. Jamie's one exposed pit with a small patch of light, sandy colored hair in it, and Andrew's with none at all. Yeah, armpits were a fetish of Tim's. Comparing the differences in the two boys gave Tim an idea that he figured would both be fun for him and make them some real money from the guy with the camera.
Tim crossed his arms over his chest and started to play with his small coral-pink nipples. He reflected back to how pleasing he found this little fetish of Jamie's. He really loved it when his brother would lick and gently bite at them. He rubbed and pinched them until they were rock hard. This wasn't really doing anything to help his aching dick, so he started to put his plan into action. First he went to the bathroom to retrieve a few things that he was going to need...
Well, that's where I'm going to leave this chapter off -- sort of a cliff hanger for you, but I don't think the next chapter will be far behind. I'd be interested in knowing if anyone can guess where Tim is headed with his little plan. The decision has already been made, so I can tell you that I won't be influenced by anyone's guesses - at least till later on.
Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to 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 a bit uncomfortable.