Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2003 00:53:41 -0400
From: Av. <cupdrinker@chartermi.net>
Subject: Avery's Boys - 17

   Hey, thanks all for the emails.  Sorry if it took me a
little longer to respond to them.  Remember that if it
illegal to read these, or access these then please stop.
Remember that all this is copyrighted and if you want to
repost this then please just email me.  And remember that
all this should not be considered real.

   To answer some repeating questions:  I really can't see
Bryan, Jessie, Chris, Andy, or myself fucking with older
guys.  All the characters are based on real-life friends of
mine, so to think of them doing it with an older guy (40+)
isn't something I think of.  And I'm only 23 and I haven't
crossed that line, yet.  But all this doesn't mean that I
won't write about it.  Just email me what you think.

   And I do write stories involving readers.  The group of
boys in my dream in the last chapter was based on actual
readers.  And this story and the character Jaimie are based
on a friend of Chris'.  So if you think you might have a
good story, then email me.

   And sorry to anyone that reads my stories.  I do try and
write these somewhat quick, but I find myself doing other
stuff like...watching porn or downloading porn or sleeping.

   Any questions email me at:  cupdrinker@chartermi.net

   And now the ending paragraphs from Chapter 16:

   "Morning campers!!"  The scoutmaster screamed out, during
the campsites morning flag ceremony.  "I hope that you all
had a good nights sleep?"

   The four of us looked at each other, with huge dark bags
under our eyes.  The adult leader kept on talking, when I
saw that Chris had some leaves in his hair.

   "Where the fuck did you sleep at?"

   "Shit Av...how many times did you cream in his ass?"
Chris asked.

   "We kept our condoms!"  Jesse and Bryan exclaimed.

   "Holy fuck...we just got played by a nympho!"

Story - Avery's Boys
Chapter - Seventeen - Jaimie the star.
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   What a week that was!  I don't think the boys, and I for
that matter, have ever had a better time than we did at
Scout camp.  The boys made many new `friends' that I'm sure
they will keep in touch with for a long time.  You should
have heard all of the stories they told me on the way back
home, I don't think they ever quit talking.  And I heard
them all...Jesse fucking in a rowboat on the lake; Bryan
getting ganged banged by his hiking class; and Chris fucking
half of the mall camp staff.  And as for myself, I got to
catch up on a lot of sleep.  Wait, hear me out on this...you
work three months in a row without a real day off, and tell
me you wouldn't sleep for a week if you didn't have to do
anything?

   We packed up my suv and left the parking lot of the camp,
where I finally turned on my cell.  It didn't take long
before my voicemail rang.  87 messages?  I didn't know my
cell could hold that many.  I listened to most of them,
which of course they were bullshit messages that weren't
important.  They main ones were from my brother, to let me
know that the park was completed and they were just going to
do the touch ups on Saturday, but should be done by the
afternoon.  It was a nice three hour drive to get back to
home, but of course in Michigan you have to factor in the
road construction so then the 3 hours turned into 5 hours!

   We got into this nice traffic `slow-down', that after a
half hour of going 30mph it stopped completely.  We ended up
in the left lane, with a black Suburban (with tinted
windows) in front of us, and semi-trucks to the right and
behind us.  I couldn't see anything, with every view
blocked, except for the cars moving on the other side of the
expressway.  I adjusted my body around in the seat to make
myself more comfortable, and turned on the radio.  After 5
minutes of channel surfing I turned it back off.  Aren't
radio stations suppose to play music?

   "Why is it so fuckin hot in here?"  Chris moaned as he
took off his shirt and tossed it into the back with Bryan
and Jesse.

   "I don't know Chris, maybe because it's 90 out, we are
sitting in a parked car and there is no shade.  But those
just guesses."  I rudely said, as I doubled checked to make
sure the a/c was put on full.

   "Uh...Av you brought your gun with your right?"

   I looked over at Chris, wondering why he would ask such a
question.  "No, why do you ask?"

   "Cause there is a guy getting out of that black Suburban
and walking to your window!"

   I looked out the front, to see this slim guy, in his 40's
dressed in a suit walk up to my window.  My car was far
enough back, that I couldn't have been considered
tailgating.  The driver side window rolled down, to find out
what he was doing.  The blast of hot air hit me in the face,
making me adjust the vent to block the heat from coming in.

   "Yes?"

   "Um....sorry sir to bother you, but today is my sons
birthday...and he asked me what to get him...and that's
where we were heading to but with this traffic jam I fear
that I won't be able to make this a `happy' birthday for
him."  The guy never really made eye contact with me, but
more so towards the boys.

   "Ok, so how can I help you?"

   "My son just informed me last week that he wanted to be
ganged banged by a bunch of teenagers.  Now, ha ha, as a
father I was kind of shocked at this but I love me son and I
want to make him happy.  And I was looking in my mirror and
I saw your...err...brothers?"

   "Friends.  They are my friends.  But I think that you
should be asking Chris here to help you out."

   "Oh ok.  Chris, I will pay you and your friends back
there $200 if you just give my son some fun.  What do you
say?"

   Chris looked over at me, to see if it would be ok.  I
don't know why he was looking at me for an answer, cause I
thought the idea of being paid to fuck a guy would have been
a no brainer for him.  "Sir, can you give us a minute?"  The
guy agreed, so I rolled up the window.

   "SWEET!  Road sex!  So Av can we go fuck?"

   "Hey it's your dick, their asses but just tell him $300
that way you each get a Franklin."

   The two agreed, and Chris handed me the money.  I watched
as the three boys got into the back of the truck, and the
dad got back into the drivers seat.  Of course I wished that
I could have been invited into the party with them, but who
would move the car if traffic started to move?  A song came
on the radio that I finally liked so I turned up the volume.
It was up so loud I couldn't hear the ring tone on my cell
until the third ring.  My cell said that I have a digital
movie (I love Sprint PCS cells).

   It was Chris' voice on the movie, "Since you couldn't be
here we thought we would give you a short clip of the
birthday boy!"  Chris had panned the camera on the cell,
around showing the four naked boys.  The birthday boy wasn't
that bad looking, and it looked like he played some sort of
sport.  And of course he had a nice sized package, which was
probably 7 inches.  He had bleach blonde hair, and brown
pubes.  The boys had him spread out on the back, with Jesse
squatting on his face getting a rim job, and Bryan sitting
on the boys cock.  Here I was in my car getting a hardon
watching a movie clip on my cell.  Is this was getting older
is like?  I saved the file, but something told me I should
have erased it.

   After about fifteen minutes the boys opened up the doors
and came back into my car.  While they were walking back the
truck drivers, next to and behind us started to honk their
horns, as they probably figured out what was going on.
Bryan found this to be funny, so he mooned the two truckers
right there, in a traffic jam.  That was either a good thing
or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it for Bryan,
because one of the truckers jumped out of his truck and came
up to my suv.

   "How much for the little boy?  I can see that we are
going to be here for a while, and I haven't seen my wife or
sons for awhile and I need to feel what I'm missing."  The
trucker was your `average' trucker.  He was overweight, and
a really bad beard going on and he had that serial killer
look going on.  But overall he wasn't that bad, maybe 230 -
240 pounds, 6' 1", grayish black hair and beard, probably
around 50 yrs old.

   This time Chris didn't wait for me to tell him that he
was in charge of the boys.  "What's it to ya?

   "Fuck it boy, I'm creamin in my jeans.  Two hundred?
That's all I got."

   "Deal!"

   "Tell us all about it when you get back Bry."

   And with that, Chris had started up his own business.

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   It was so nice to be home.  To be able to piss and shit
in a real bathroom, and to be able to eat real food that you
knew where it came from.  I do have to admit, though, it was
the best week at summer camp I had ever been to.  The park
across the street was completed and there were already kids
and parents playing there.  The letter my brother had left
me was the usually older brother telling me not to waste my
money and to grow up.  He had brought in the mail, which I
thumbed through.  "Holy shit!  It's a letter from Rex.  I
began to open it when the doorbell rang.

   It was the F.B.I. agents.  They were happy to tell me
that `John Jay' was arrested by the Canadian Coast Guard,
and was to be deported back to the States next week.  I was
happy that I wasn't going to be watched 24/7 again, but I
was sad that this sub-story was ending this way.  For some
reason I knew that he was going to get away and come after
me, again.

   As they were leaving, Nolan pulled up in his car.
"Av...my friend...I need your help."  He walked in where I
showed him to the front room.  "It's this Jaimie kid.  I
brought him over to be the next star, which I'm sure he will
be but he wont have sex with guys, he says that he will only
fuck boys."

   "Well, isn't that what your business is all about?"

   "You don't understand.  What the people who buy my movies
want, are a cute little kid like Jaimie to be fucked by a
`father' figure.  If he's in a scene with another boy then
he is the one who gets fucked.  Right now his dick is not
big enough to even make a boy moan.  You can't do a blowjob
scene with Jaimie and expect that to be your best part."

   "I understand now, but what is it that I can do for you?"

   "Well, it's not just you that I want it's all of you.
See, Jaimie said that you and Chris would only fuck him, and
that he only wants to do scenes with Jesse and Bryan.  You
believe this shit, at cute twelve yr old boy is giving me
demands.  Oh, and on his room at the offices he put up a
sign that says, "Jaimie the Superstar".  So if you could
please help me out, I will make it worth your while.

   "Listen Nolan, it's a sweet deal that you are making, but
we just got back from a week at camp and he are all tired as
hell.  I'm sure that if you came back in a few days and
talked to the boys then I would be able to help you out..."

   "FUCK YEAH, WE WILL DO IT!"  The three boys came out from
behind the corner of the hallway, to bust in on the
conversation.  They shook hands with Nolan and he told us to
meet him at the office, tomorrow around 11.

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   We arrived at the office; at around 10:30am so we could
meet up with Jaimie and I think Chris wanted to show off his
video of the boys.  The man at the front desk, remembered
who we were and allowed us to enter.  He told us that Jamie
was on the second floor, and we would find out his room
without any problems.

   The view was the same; the movie posters were the same
along with the doors.  The man was correct, Jaimie's door
was easy to find; "Jaimie the Superstar" posted on the door
with a giant gold star under it.  Jesse was just about to
knock on the door when we heard this little boy screaming at
someone in his cute little English accent.

   "What the fuck you doing Smity?  Kick the bloody ball!"

   He opened up the door and welcomed us in.  Jaimie, still
with his blonde curls was wearing a white towel around his
naked frame.  His room was scattered with English soccer
stuff, along with posters upon posters of his favorite footy
player, Alan Smith.  He had a small fridge, along with a
couch, a couple of bar stools and a complete entertainment
center.

   "So Jaimie, what's going on?"  I asked.  But he just
starred at the tv.

   "Ok, well I'm gonna head outie and see Nolan about my
video."  Chris walked out to make a run at a new form of
bling.

   "Jaimie, you know why we are here right?"  He didn't look
away from, so I put my hand on this head and moved it so he
had to look at me.

   "Yeah I bloody know why you are here.  I'm the star they
have to give me what I want."

   "So you are saying that because you ordered us to be here
is the reason?"

   "I don't see your fucking name on that door!  Now jack me
off!"

   I looked over at Bryan and Jessie, after hearing Jaimie's
last sentence.  From their expressions, I was correct in
hearing him.  Jaimie had now spread his legs and tossed the
white towel to the floor.  He kept his eyes on the soccer
game, as he waited for us to pleasure him.

   "I'm not gonna ask again!  I have to read a script in a
few minutes, and if I'm not wanked by then I'm not going."

   Jessie looked over at me with a `can I jerk him off'
look, which I just nodded my head and watched as the two
boys paid homage to their new Adonis.  They each got onto
the sides of Jaimie, who paid no attention to them as he
just watched the game.

   Bryan grab the hard boycock first and started to slowly
stroke it.  His hand almost covered up the entire cock, with
just the little head sticking out.  Both of them started to
kiss and lick Jessie's stomach and legs, while not getting a
single word out of him.  The boys thought that this was
going to continue into something more, so with their free
hands.  This brought a strong reaction from Jaimie.

   "What the bloody hell are you two doing?  I said wank me
off!  I didn't say that you two could wank.  So put your
dicks back into your shorts, and wank me off!"

   Bryan didn't know what to do, so he zipped up his shorts.
Jessie did the same, as he stopped licking Jaimie's chest
just leaving the tip of his tongue touching him.  I could
tell that they were a little disappointed that they wouldn't
be involved in another group orgy, but they picked up where
they left off.  Bryan picked up the pace and was sure to
give him a burn on his cock.  Jessie moved down to Jaimie's
ball sac and started to suck on each one of his balls.
Bryan now started to suck on the little boycock that had
become shiny with some precum.

   Jaimie's body tensed up, and finally made some noise.
"GGGGGGOOOAAAALLLL!"  I turned to the tv and saw that his
home team scored a goal.  He told the boys to stop and
thanked them for being his good luck charm.  "Now I must go
read my script.'

   He walked out of the room with some precum leaking off of
his cock, and headed out of the room.  I wanted to say
something about him walking around the building naked but
then remembered why type of building this was.  The boys
couldn't believe what had just happened, and waited for some
explanation.

   "Well, that's what you call drama.  Ok, well let's go see
what is going on in this building."
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