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. This story was made, using only the finest, hand-crafted ASCII.
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 Nine
As the four boys walked away from the beach toward Mama's house on Lora Avenue, the Town Car moved occasionally, keeping them in view without attracting their attention to it. The driver took special note of Andrew's attire coming off the beach, as did many other people. He was drawing quite a lot of attention to himself walking down the crowded beach front streets dressed in only his shoes and the now see-through bikini underwear.
Someone else was following the boys too though, and while he noticed the white Town Car pacing them back to the house on Lora Avenue, the driver did not notice him. Michael had excused himself to the rest of the group of tourist youths just moments after the four boys had left them. His sister had stood up and given him a peck on the cheek as he headed away. "Don't do anything I wouldn't," she told him softly, so none of the others would hear.
He had noticed the Town Car mainly because it had nearly hit him as it pulled away from the curb to keep the boys in sight as they walked away. Assholes with big cars and black windows,' he thought to himself. They can't see shit, and still wouldn't care if they could.' He hung back, staying slightly inside the crowds moving along the sidewalk to ensure he wouldn't be spotted by whoever was in the car. He really didn't know why he was being so cautious, but figured that if whoever was in the big car didn't want the boys he was following see them, he probably didn't want them to see him either. Michael waited at a bus stop with some other people and watched as the four boys turned and headed down Lora Avenue. The Town Car was stopped a mere few yards away from him now as whoever was in the car certainly watched the boys move down the street away from them.
When the boys headed up through the yard and into the house, the Town Car pulled away from the curb, barely being missed by two passing cars as it turned across four lanes of traffic. It made a left turn onto Lora Avenue to follow where the boys had gone. Michael watched, as it slowed momentarily in front of the house the boys had walked into, and then sped away down the street, turning left again at the first side street. Michael felt like a spy in one of the novels he liked to read as he started across the street and toward the house where the boys he and the big car he had been following had gone.
As Michael walked up the curb in front of Mama's house, he heard voices arguing through an open front window. "Jeez Drew, I don't believe you walking all the way home like that!" Jamie was yelling loud enough to be clearly heard at the curb.
"I'm not the one selling blow jobs and who knows what else under the gay bar!" Michael recognized the voice as belonging to the guy whose dick he'd been staring at through the see-through undies he had come out of the water wearing.
"No, but you might as well have been walking through all those people on the way back here naked, wearing those!" Jamie was getting pretty hot, and Andrew had just scored a really good point that he couldn't dispute any other way. Michael had been edging his way along the side of the yard, working himself closer to the window. Where he was now, he was out of view from any of the windows in the front of the house unless you stuck your head outside the house.
"Fine! You don't like me wearing them? Take them!" Michael had spotted a pathway worn behind the small bushes in front of the house and worked his way over to the window. He peeked into the window as Andrew, still standing pulled the bikinis down and off over his shoes and threw them at Jamie. When he had done that he quickly stepped into his shorts and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he went.
"FUCK!!!" Jamie yelled and threw the underwear to the floor. `How bad have I fucked this all up now?' was what he was thinking.
Michael watched from the bushes as Andrew ran out the front door of the house and ran down the street back toward the beach, wearing only the shorts he had just pulled on and the shoes that he'd been wearing since leaving the beach. Michael quietly eased his way back out of the bushes and when he was far enough away from the house, he turned and ran around the block following the path the Town Car had taken earlier.
As Michael ran back up to Main Street, the major artery than ran parallel to the beach, he spotted Andrew turning the corner two blocks away onto Ocean Street, the one that ran closest to the beach. As soon as there was a break in the traffic, he darted across the street and followed. This time, as he ran past it, he was too preoccupied to notice the white Town Car with the blacked out windows parked by the curb.
Michael turned on Ocean Street to follow Andrew, excusing himself as he bumped into people as he ran down the crowded sidewalk. He thought he had lost Andrew, and then spotted him on the other side of the street, sitting on a bench that faced away from him, toward the beach, with his face in his hands. Michael slowed to a walk and waited for an opportunity to cross the street. When Michael reached the bench, he could tell that the boy was sobbing into his hands. "Are you okay?" he asked as he sat down next to him.
Andrew turned to look at the boy who had just sat down next to him. He was about to tell him to fuck off and go away, then he recognized him as the boy who had sat with them on the blanket on the beach staring at his crotch a short time before. "What's it to you?" he asked instead.
Michael put his hand down onto Andrew's bare leg. "You're cute and you're upset," he said. "So, is there anything I can do to help? I can be a great listener." He couldn't exactly admit that he knew the boy had just had a fight with the boy that Michael presumed was his boyfriend.
Andrew looked down at the hand on his leg, then back up at the boy's face. He smiled. "Sure, let's take a walk." He led Michael off down the beach, south toward the state park. Yesterday afternoon Tim had told him about the clearing he and Ben had spent the night in. He wanted to do something to get back at Jamie, and thought he knew just the thing.
Jamie came out of the bedroom and into the living room where Tim and Ben were sitting on the couch listening music to the radio. "What was all that about?" Tim asked his brother. They had heard the entire short argument between Jamie and Andrew. Fortunately, Mama was out somewhere. No telling how the crazy, cranky old woman would have reacted to hearing what they had said, or to seeing Andrew walking in off the street in the see-through underwear.
"I think I fucked up big time," Jamie told the other boys.
"Yeah," Tim agreed. "From out here you sounded like a jealous little bitch."
"What would you have said if it had been Ben walking around the beachfront showing off everything he has?" Jamie asked.
Tim's thinking on the subject followed a slightly different course of logic though. "The same thing I think about all of us letting Adam and Kyle film us all in rather more compromising positions than that. You might have been able to see right through them, but at least he was wearing some clothes."
Jamie thought about that for a moment, and had to admit that he couldn't argue the point.
Ben asked him, "So what are you going to do now?"
"I guess I have to find him and fix it." Jamie's brain was at least working for him that much.
"Come on then," Tim said. "We'll help you look for him."
As they walked down the beach, Michael and Andrew made mostly small talk, formally introducing themselves to each other and getting to know each other a little. As they got closer to the park, Michael decided to finally ask a more personal question. "You know, when you came out of the water, your swim suit had turned see-through?"
"Yeah, that's what Jamie and I had a fight about."
"Is Jamie your boyfriend?"
"I thought so, but I think I wrecked that this afternoon, so no." Andrew figured he was now out of a boyfriend and a place to stay. At least he had enough money to get a hotel room though, and to get home if he wanted to. No, he thought, after all the things he had done, there was no going home now.
Michael sensed the melancholy in Andrew's voice when he answered that last question, and thought maybe he could steer the subject away from that and get the answer to something he had been wondering about at the same time. "You know, it looked like you could see everything you have, but it didn't look like you have any pubes." Little did he know...
"I don't," Andrew admitted.
"But, I thought you said you were fourteen? My twin sister and I are fourteen and we both have them."
"Ti... Um, I shaved them." Andrew caught himself before giving more away than he thought the tourist boy would be comfortable with knowing. How would he react if he found out he was walking down the beach with the porn industry's newest star?
His near slip went unnoticed. "Why'd you do that?" Michael asked.
"I wanted to see how it feels, and I thought Jamie might like it," he lied. "It feels really cool like this when you go skinny dipping." That much he knew was true from having briefly tried out Adam's pool yesterday. It wasn't a fair comparison though since that was the only time he had ever swum naked.
"Maybe I'll try it sometime then." Michael was seriously considering it. His family had a secluded swimming pool behind their home back in Georgia, and he and his twin sister regularly took the opportunity to skinny dip when their parents left them home alone, and he already knew he liked the way it felt swimming naked better than when he was wearing a swim suit.
"It does feel pretty neat in other ways too. Here, check it out." Andrew made his move, he figured he was pretty sure that if Michael wasn't gay, he was at least bisexual, and he was going to find out for sure. They had just reached the border of the state park, and the beach was now deserted. He took Michael's hand in his, and pushed it down inside the front of his shorts.
Michael was a little stunned by what Andrew had done, and with nothing below the material of the shorts except Andrew himself, his fingers immediately made contact with boy's smooth, hairless skin. "You're right," he said. "It does feel nice."
Andrew spotted the picnic tables that Tim had told him he used as a landmark, and led Michael up off the beach and quickly found the path that led to the little clearing. As they walked up onto the soft grass, Michael finally pulled his hand out of Andrew's shorts and turned to face him. They stood for a moment looking into each other's eyes, and then Andrew put a hand behind Michael's head and pulled him in for a kiss. When his tongue brushed against Michael's lips, he readily accepted the signal and opened his mouth, allowing Andrew's tongue to enter.
Andrew used his other and to reach down and grab Michael's dick through the board shorts he was wearing. As they held the kiss, Andrew's hand moved up to the drawstring that secured the shorts around Michael's waist. Andrew pulled the string and released the bow knot that secured the drawstring. When he felt Michael moving to kick his running shoes off his feet, Andrew did the same. They broke their kiss, but stayed, standing very close to each other, and Michael pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. The boys were left facing each other, wearing only a pair of shorts. They each reached out to the other boy at the same time, recognizing the burning desire in the other's eyes and opened the shorts the other boy was wearing. Michael already knew what he was going to find when he unbuttoned Andrew's pants and lowered his zipper. There was still a sense of mystery though for Andrew, as he pulled apart the Velcro that held Michael's board shorts closed.
Each boy pulled open the other's shorts, and allowed them to drop. Andrew's fell away easily, but Michael had to shake his legs a few times to get his to fall all the way to his ankles so he could step out of them. He reached out and took Andrew's rapidly hardening dick into his hand. He had jacked off with a couple of friends back home in Atlanta, but this was the first time he had ever actually touched another boy's penis. "I've never actually seen an uncut one before," he told Andrew.
Andrew let out a small giggle and took hold of Michael's already stiff rod. "You like it?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," Michael replied as he dropped to his knees in front of Andrew to get a better look. The sun was down, and there was very little light, so he kept his face close in order to study it. Andrew was now fully hard, and Michael moved the loose skin up and down his shaft, slowly and gently jacking him.
As if reading his mind, Andrew told him, "It's okay, really. You can do it if you want."
This was all Michael needed to hear. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked at the shaft. Andrew let out a small whimper, and taking this as a sign of approval, Michael continued. He held Andrew's balls with one hand, and pulled his dick out away from his body with the other, making it easier for him to take it into his mouth. After a few minutes Andrew told him, "I need to sit down if you're going to keep this up, my knees are feeling weak." And indeed they were.
Andrew lay back in the soft grass, and Michael moved in beside him. With his left hand, he rubbed Andrew's chest, and with his right he guided Andrew's hard dick back into his mouth. He continued to use his right hand to stroke the little bit of Andrew's cock that he couldn't get into his mouth, occasionally letting it fall down to fondle his balls, and rub into Andrew's crack. Andrew spread his legs wide to allow him easier access. Michael sucked on him enthusiastically, and a few minutes later, Andrew warned him that he was about to cum. Michael was really enjoying what he was doing, but he had never tasted cum before, although he had been tempted to try tasting his own a couple times when he had jacked off. One of the boys he jacked off with at home had not only tasted his own in front of Michael, but had reached over and taken a glob of Michael's off his chest and tried it too. He had told Michael that it tasted good, but Michael still wasn't ready to try it. He pulled his mouth off Andrew and jacked him the rest of the way to orgasm. "I've never tasted it before," Michael explained as he released Andrew's dick, and wiped the sperm from his chest and stomach with his t-shirt.
Andrew had wished Michael would have taken him the whole way in his mouth, but didn't blame him or not doing it. "That's okay, Michael. I understand. Thanks for doing that."
"You're welcome. I really wanted to do that. I've really wanted to do that for a long time," Michael told him.
"Is there anything else that you want to do?" Andrew asked him.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked.
"Have you ever fucked a guy before?" Andrew asked. He knew Michael still hadn't gotten off himself yet. "I'd really like to have you do it if you want to."
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"We don't have any lube though," Andrew said, a little worried, although Michael's dick appeared to be just a little smaller than Jamie's.
"I've read stories on the internet that say you can use spit," Michael said, hopefully.
"Okay, let's try it!" Andrew did want to get this boy inside him. Not just to get back at Jamie either, he really felt attracted to the boy. He rolled over onto his stomach and Michael moved around between his widely spread legs. He held his cheeks apart as Michael dribbled spit down into his crack and rubbed it in, massaging his hole. He worked his finger into Andrew's hole, and worked it around, then dripped more spit down, and worked it in.
After several minutes, Andrew had to adjust himself, as he was getting hard again under Michael's ministrations. "Now," he told Michael. "Go ahead and do it now."
Michael moved up behind Andrew, and guided himself towards Andrew's hole. He knew from what he had read online that he needed to go slow. As he pressed his way slowly into Andrew, the boy beneath him pushed back as he had been taught. This was only his third time getting fucked in as many days, but he was definitely getting the hang of it. As Michael pressed his way inside, he paused occasionally to make sure that Andrew was doing okay.
Once he had his dick all the way inside, he paused again to make sure that Andrew was still alright. "Yeah, dude. Keep going. I want you to fuck me!"
With that, Michael started pulling back and pressing his way back, all the way inside. This was the best feeling Michael had ever felt in his life. He wished he wasn't going to have to go home now that he had found this boy, who he really knew so little about. Like Andrew, his inexperience caused him to cum quickly, only after about four minutes of thrusting in and out of Andrew's ass. He told Andrew that he was about to cum, and Andrew told him to stay inside, which Michael gratefully did, filling Andrew with two long hard blasts, and several smaller ones.
When they had finished, they both lay back in the grass next to each other on the grass looking up at the stars. After several minutes of silence, Michael said "I have to go back to the hotel Andrew, will you come with me?"
"No," Andrew said, "you have to go back to your family. I'm going to stay here a while and think."
"But we have to leave tomorrow," Michael finally told him. "I'd really like you to come back with me. My sister and I have our own room; you can sleep with me in my bed. She won't mind."
"I'd like to, but I can't," Andrew told him. "I have some things I need to work out. You go on back." He leaned over and gave Michael a quick peck on the lips before continuing, "Maybe we'll meet again sometime."
Michael pulled his shorts back on, and then looked over at Andrew, still lying naked in the grass as he tied his shoes. As he walked out of the clearing toward the beach, carrying the t-shirt that he had used to wipe up Andrew's sperm in one hand, he paused and said, "I really do hope we see each other again sometime, Andrew. You really are a really sweet guy. I hope you'll be alright." Then he turned and walked away.
Andrew lay in the grassy clearing, still naked and with one arm draped across his eyes and sobbed quietly to himself.
"That was quite a show you put on for me," and voice said to him as a shadowy figure stepped out of the trees and into the clearing.
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 more and more uncomfortable.