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. That should start to be a little clearer very soon. 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. Not only does the place where this is set not exist, but I suppose I should get around to pointing out that neither do any of the characters. They are all completely made up and bear no intentional resemblance to anyone, living or dead (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 Four
Jamie was the first to wake up, the clock on the stand between the beds showed that it was almost 10:00. He saw that Andrew was no longer in bed with him, and was now sleeping in the other double bed with his little brother, both of them now naked.
Their positions had shifted during the night, and now they both faced him, Tim in front and Andrew behind him, his arms still around Tim and in a spoon position. Jamie rolled out of the bed, needing to use the bathroom. As soon as he stepped down onto the floor his foot went directly into the bowl of now cold water that Tim had been using to rinse the razor he used to shave Andrew's pubic hair. `What the fuck?' he thought. He grabbed the towel off the bed to mop up the spilled water, and noticed the other things Tim had brought into the room with which to shave Andrew. Now he really wondered...
He grabbed his boxers off the floor and pulled them on. He doubted that Mama would be up this early, but he wasn't going to take the chance of giving her a free show. God forbid she should see him walking around the house naked and want to return the `favor.' He shuddered at that thought. Jamie grabbed all the stuff Tim had brought from the bathroom and took it back with him. What had his little brother and Andrew gotten up to while he was asleep?
After he finished in the bathroom Jamie walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Mama was there, preparing breakfast. "It's time for you to buy more groceries, and you better wake up the other two and tell them to get out here if they want something to eat."
Jamie thanked the old woman and went to get Andrew and Tim. The other two boys pulled on underwear and shorts before walking out to the kitchen with Jamie, who stayed in his boxers. Mama reminded them again as they ate that it was time for them to buy groceries. "We'll get them Mama, we'll go to the store today, really, no problem." Jamie told her. He really didn't have any idea how he was going to pull that off though, the boys were all almost flat broke.
All through the meal, Andrew was giving both Tim and Jamie coy glances, and giving them what some would call `school-girl' eyes. He'd clearly decided that he'd enjoyed his encounters with the boys a scant few hours before and wanted more action from them, although Jamie had noticed that Andrew was walking sort of bow-legged from the soreness left by his ass being penetrated for the first time. Andrew was also strangely quiet and contemplative during the meal. He was usually quite talkative. The others had noticed that he rarely thought about what he was going to say before it left his mouth -- a fact that had gotten him into trouble in the past.
After breakfast, the boys helped Mama clean up the kitchen and do the dishes, then went back to their room. Andrew went off to shower with what Jamie was astonished to recognize as a backward inviting look. He shook his head and turned to Tim, who motioned for the boy to head on off to get his shower. This allowed Jamie and Tim a chance to talk. "So, how are you planning to get groceries in here by this afternoon?" Tim asked.
"I don't know. I'll think of something."
"I know how, Jamie." Tim was about to unveil his plan to his brother.
"Oh, how's that?"
Tim gave Jamie a brief explanation of what he had come up with the night before, which also explained to him what the clippers and razor were doing in their room when he woke up. Jamie thought the plan had quite a bit of merit. He hoped the man would actually be interested in paying them for more pictures. He agreed that as soon as they had all showered and got dressed that they would go find a phone and call Adam, for none of the boys had a cell and the old woman had no phone line coming into the house. After all, he had told them that it would depend on what his distributors thought. When Jamie reminded Tim of what Adam had told them, Tim's face fell and he suddenly felt a little nervous that his plan wouldn't work.
When Andrew came back from the shower, Jamie went next to take his turn. This allowed Tim a chance to talk more with Andrew. "Are you ready for today?" he asked. Andrew nodded that he was. He grabbed Tim's dick through his underwear to punctuate the gesture he had made with his head. Tim was thinking with the larger of his two heads for the moment though and told Andrew to wait until they got to Adam's house for any more of that. He then went to the dresser and retrieved a tiny blue thong. "I want you to wear this," he told Andrew.
Andrew took the thong from Tim and looked at it. There was hardly anything to it and he said as much to Tim. Tim nodded and said "Yeah, I know. That's the whole idea. I want you to wear a baggy pair of shorts and a muscle `t' too. Trust me. Just make sure the shorts aren't too long. I want you to give Adam a real tease, in case he's reluctant to do the pictures." Tim didn't really think he would be, but it never hurt to be sure.
Andrew gave what Tim reckoned was meant to be a brave and determined look. "Okay dude, whatever you say. I know I have to help out. I'll do it." But there was still a slight quaver in his voice nonetheless. He'd only lost his virginity a few hours before, and now he was being asked to perform in front of a camera. He was nervous about that, but still found the idea strangely erotic. His young dick, having a mind of its own had already started to perk up.
When they had all showered and dressed, they left the house, telling Mama that they'd be back in a few hours with the groceries. Andrew was dressed as Tim had instructed him, Jamie was wearing a loose fitting white t-shirt with a marijuana leaf printed on it, shorts, green boxers and sandals, Tim was wearing a red muscle `t' similar to Andrew's, a pair of white mesh shorts and tennis shoes with ankle-socks. You could tell he was free-balling because you could make out the outline of his pubes and halfway hard dick through the mesh shorts. They walked a couple blocks to where there was a public phone and called Adam.
Tim was on edge till the call was answered, Andrew became more on edge once it was. "I was hoping you'd call," Adam told Jamie. "My distributors like the first set and want to see more of you two."
"There's three of us now," Jamie told him. Now there was surely no way Andrew wasn't getting in front of the camera with them.
"Three?"
"Yeah," Jamie explained. "Andrew, our little brother is going to be with us this time. Well, he isn't really our brother, but Tim and me sort of adopted him and are looking out for him. I think you'll like him." Yep, the deal was definitely sealed.
Jamie told Adam where to meet them, and Adam said he would send his car and it would be there in thirty minutes or so. The boys sat on a bench on the boardwalk and smoked a joint while they waited. Andrew wanted to know more about what they would be expected to do, and the boys filled him in on their previous session with Adam. "So there was this other guy just sitting there at the pool watching you?" Andrew asked them. The thought of a live audience, even though he was going to be in front of a camera was even more unnerving for him.
"Yeah," Tim told him. "His name is Ben. He's really hot." Tim sort of blushed, realizing what he had said. Then he added "I think Jamie knows him."
Now it was Jamie's turn to blush. "Yeah, he's one of the hustlers I met down by The Oar House," he told them. The Oar House was the name of the gay bar that overlooked the beach. "He's the one that told me about turning tricks down there."
"So you ever done it?" Tim asked.
"What if I have?"
"Hey, just asking." But Tim definitely had his answer. Jamie had been hustling down at the beach without telling him. `Fuck it,' he thought. He was on a roll, and the buzz he had from the joint had his inhibitions down. "So, who'd you sell your ass to?"
"Fuck you, Timmy." Jamie had a good buzz going too, but he didn't feel like talking about this right now, especially not in front of Andrew.
Andrew just took another hit off the joint and watched the exchange between the boys, amused. So Jamie was selling his ass on the street... Rich, truly rich.
Tim let it drop, for now. He'd get into this more with his brother later, when they were alone.
A few minutes later they saw Adam's white Town Car turn into the parking lot that ran between the road and the boardwalk where they were sitting. They approached the car as it pulled up to them, and the heavily tinted driver's window slid down. "Get in guys, your chariot is here." It was Ben, the boy who had watched them at the pool when Adam had taken the pictures of Jamie and Tim before. Since Tim had just found out from Jamie that the boy was one of the beach hustlers, he wondered if he was selling his ass to Adam. He thought about asking, but despite his lowered inhibitions, he was so taken by the sheer beauty of the boy that he didn't want to risk offending him. Besides he thought, if the dude just some hustler selling his ass to Adam, would the man be letting him drive his car around? `Shit, maybe they're lovers,' he thought.
Tim climbed into the front seat with Ben, Andrew and Jamie got into the back. As they drove the short way to Adam's house, making general small talk most of the way, Tim got up the nerve to ask Ben why he was driving Adam's car. "I'm sort of working for him," was the answer he got.
Sort of working for him?' That could mean a few very different things. Was he just a hustler selling his body to Adam after all? Or maybe he was a model' not unlike what Tim, Jamie and Andrew were about to do. Or was he a hustler and Adam was his pimp? Well, Tim already knew he was a hustler, but the idea that Adam might be pimping boys made Tim uneasy. He had to know... "What's that mean?"
"Same thing you guys are doing. He shoots movies and takes pictures. Someone has to be in them, and it sure beats selling blowjobs to fat, drunk, old fags." Ben's answer made Tim feel a little better -- it also gave him a chance with Ben. Maybe just in front of a camera, but a chance nonetheless. Tim really wanted to see what was at the other end of that happy trail.
They pulled into the Ashton Hills subdivision where Adam lived, Ben drove through the resident's entrance. A scanner read the barcode sticker on the car's side window and the gate swung open, allowing them entry without having to be admitted by the guard. As they drove toward the rear of the subdivision where Adam's house was located, Ben put his hand over on Tim's bare leg. "You excited about what you're doing today?" he asked.
"Yeah, a little I guess." Tim answered. His shorts were slightly tented from the semi-hard-on he had inside them. Ben's soft hand on his leg, which was now rubbing back and forth slightly, wasn't exactly helping him stay soft either.
Ben had snuck a few furtive glances at Tim's shorts as he looked over at the boy every once in a while as he drove, but now he looked right down at them. "Damn, I was sort of hoping that meant you were happy to see me again."
Without thinking, Tim answered him. "I am." Then he blushed so deeply he thought his whole body must have turned red.
Ben's hand left Tim's leg as he turned the big car into Adam's driveway. "You're cute when you blush, you know that?" he commented. Both the boys in the back seat seemed to think that was hilarious, and it made Tim blush that much more.
When Ben led them out to the back patio, Adam was laying back on a lounge chair in a pair of shorts getting some sun. There was a boy on the lounge chair next to him, he looked like he was about 17 or 18, had golden blonde hair, dark green eyes, and a deep golden-brown tan. He had on a tiny dark green speedo that left very little to the imagination. Cameras were already set up next to them, one a video camera on a tripod, and the other a still camera on the table next to him. Adam got up to greet them, and looked the boys over as they approached. "You're looking nice today guys, who is this you have with you?" he asked as he gave Andrew a once over.
"Andrew. My name is Andrew." He introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you Andy," Adam replied.
"Andrew," the boy corrected him. "I go by Andrew."
"Okay then, Andrew it is. You guys want anything to drink before we get started?" Tim breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Adam didn't seem at all put off by Andrew's slight rebuke. It earned him a gentle punch in the arm from Jamie though.
"What? I don't like to be called Andy."
Ben came over to them with a bucket with iced-down beers in it. They each took one and opened it. Tim and Ben sat down together on a lounge chair, while Jamie and Andrew each took a chair and Adam returned to the pool lounger he had previously occupied and laid back. Andrew sat with his legs open, as Tim had told him to do, hopefully allowing Adam to get a good view up the leg of his shorts, which is exactly what he got when he reached over to get his glass of scotch off the small table next to him. "So Andrew, how old are you?" he asked.
"Sixteen."
"No you aren't. How old are you really?"
Put on the spot, Andrew hung his head and replied, "Fourteen," admitting it for the first time in front of Jamie and Tim.
"Did Jamie and Tim tell you what the deal is here?" Adam asked.
"You take pictures of us, and we get paid, right?"
"Yep, you have any problem getting naked in front of a camera?"
"Nope."
"With other guys?"
"Like, doing what with other guys?" Andrew asked.
"Oh, stuff like playing around the pool, maybe down on the beach, some other things maybe."
"What other things?" Andrew wasn't pulling any punches.
"Sucking them off, fucking maybe. Whatever you're comfortable with." There was another thing said for the first time in front of Jamie and Tim. This guy did do full out porn.
"Sure, I'll do that." Andrew answered before he gave himself time to think about the real implications of what he was saying. Once more -- mouth in motion before the brain was in gear. Would that get him into trouble this time, he wondered.
"Does that go for you guys too?" Adam asked them.
"Sure, we'll do it." Jamie answered for both of them.
"Only if the guys are our age and we like them though..." Tim had to get that part in. He still found the idea of sex with someone even as old as Adam abhorrent.
"No problem there, Timmy. I won't ask you guys to do anything you're uncomfortable with. It wouldn't come off well on film. You can always tell if someone is faking it."
Tim let Adam calling him `Timmy' slide, although he normally only allowed Jamie to get away with that. "So what do you want us to do today?" he asked.
"Today you guys can do some jacking off, maybe some other stuff with Ben here." Adam had just said the magic words that Tim wanted so badly to hear.
"Yeah, that's good. I think I'd like to do that." This time Tim answered for all of them. Jamie and Andrew nodded their agreement.
"Good, why don't we get started then? Kyle here," motioning to the blonde boy next to him "will work the video camera." Adam told them as he finished off his scotch and picked up the still camera.
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.