Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 02:22:14 EDT
From: CupDrinker@aol.com
Subject: Avery's Boys chapter 6

     First off, let me say thanks for those that wrote an
email responding to the last story/stories.  This is really
the only way I know that people are reading these.  Now, let
me respond to one of the paragraphs that I wrote, in which
Avery told little Matt that he was not born this way.  I was
trying to say that he was too young to understand what was
going on with him.  So I apologize for upsetting some
people.  Write to CupDrinker@aol.com for questions;
comments; suggestions.
     Just a little F.Y.I., the actual person that I based
Chris upon just had his b'day this past Sunday.  It was a
good party, got him tickets to a concert then afterwards
(three days ago), him, his brother, myself and some of our
mutual friends got together.  Again, please remember that
all this is fantasy.the names are real but the events are
fictional.  Any famous person in this story is just to bring
humor and/or sex into his story.   I am not implying
anything about their sexual life.
     When we left off in chapter five, the neighborhood
block party had just started.  We are introduced to Matt
(little Matt); Jesse and his brother Mike.  We find out that
Matt has been `taught' by Mike and Jesse, and that he likes
what he has been taught.  Jesse's dad informs Avery that his
son is a model, but really cannot explain what he models
for.  Roxy almost catches Avery, Chris and Matt in the
shower together; and tells Avery that his parents are
telling everyone about a `big surprise'.  Bryan gets hurt
playing basketball.  And closing out the chapter, Bryan
explains to Avery that he is in love with him.ending from
chapter five.
     ."Wait, since I love you, I need you and only you in
me.  Please don't wrap up."  I sat up on my knees debating
whether or not to agree to his demand.  I told him of the
troubles of what he wanted done, but he said that it had
been over three years since someone didn't use a condom
while fucking him and he wasn't sick.  He pleaded and begged
me to agree to his wishes.  I finally caved in.

     I leaned in, with my arms on either side as I aimed the
head of my dick to line up with his hole.  His breathing was
picking up the pace, and I could see his heart beating
rapidly through his chest.

Story:  Avery's Boy's
Chapter - Six - Party part two

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     .as his heartbeat picked up the pace.  I looked down to
see a drop of precum leaking out of my slit, just has it was
about to drip onto the top sheet of the bed.  Bryan reached
his hands to his ass to spread upon a little more, so I
could see his hole a little better.

     His boyhole was small, about the size of nickel, and I
was wondering how I was going to be able to fit all of me
into him.  I then pulled back the memory of Chris, Bryan and
I.  I remembered that Chris was able to shove every inch of
his dick into Bryan.  "Shit if Chris can do it then I can do
it", I said to myself.  I inched my pelvis down a little
more, just has the tip was ready to touch his hole.  I
looked into his eyes.  They didn't look like a boy whore, or
a street kid who pulls tricks for cash or crack.  Instead
they looked like a little kid who was opening up presents
for Christmas or his birthday.  He closed his eyes, opened
them up and then rolled them into the back of his head, as
he could feel the heat from my cock.

     I pushed in and got my head in.  I could see his little
hole expanding open, trying to except the new intruder.  The
feeling of his muscles contracting and expanding, along with
the soft flesh was amazing.  I had never fucked a boy this
young before.  Sure I had been with some mighty fine young
boys and girls, during my 14th, but I had never crossed this
line before.  I was about to stop pushing in, as I felt his
anal muscles clamp down on my cock.  I started to pull out,
when Bryan told me to keep on going.  I agreed and slowly
sank into him.

     Bryan grabbed hold of his little cocklet, and started
to quickly stroke.  His eyes were glazed over, and he was
licking his lips with his tongue.  His left hand then went
to one of his little nipples and started to twist, to bring
his body to its maximum pleasure spot.  I kept on pushing
in, going in inch after inch thinking for sure that he would
stop with at least two inches to spare, but he surprised me
as I got every inch.  A small smile came onto his face, as
he could feel my trimmed pubes rub against his smooth boy
ass.

     I finally pushed in as far as I could, and when I
stopped I could feel something rubbing up against my dick
head.  As soon as I felt it, Bryan started to scream.  Shit
I was hitting his prostate.I quickly grabbed a pillow to
help muffle his screams.  I quickly withdrew my cock out,
about half way, which calmed him down a little.

     "Don't pull out.that was amazing.shove it back in."

     I did what he asked, and pushed back in.  This time I
made sure not to hit his prostate.at least not at this time.
As soon as I got to my safe spot in him, I slowly eased out
then I would shove it back in.  Bryan was working his ass,
to squeeze his muscles as I was pulling out then he would
give me full access on my way back in.  I was working up a
good rhythm, when he stopped me and told me he wanted me to
lie down, and he wanted to be on top.  I agreed, and started
to pull out but he said that he wanted me to remain in him.
So I reached one of my arms around him and flipped him over,
as we traded places.

     Bryan was a master as he rode my cock.  His knees were
spread wide as he rode my cock, shoving himself all the way
down, then with his knees shaking he would raise up.  Bryan
then started to get really horny, as he was pull all the way
up and then slam himself back down onto me, cause his little
butt checks to smack against my thigh.  I was controlling
myself trying to pull my mind away from the terrific sex
scene that was being played on me.  I was thinking of
everything non sexual; shoe shopping, computer system
crashing, stubbing your toe, Anna Nichole.everything I could
to keep myself from cumming.  I could see that Bryan was
trying to figure out why it was taking so long.  After he
tired from being on top, he said that he wanted to change
into another position.

     As I was still lying on my back, he turned so his back
to me.  He told me to stand up, and keep myself in him.  I
stood up with him, and he told me to move to the window.  As
we got to the window I looked out and saw the small forest,
which the window over looked.  I looked around to try and
make sure that no one was looking up at his.  Bryan placed
his feet on the windowsill and grabbed hold of the window
curtain rod.  Once he was ready he told me to start back up.
I hesitated a little, but I could look out the window so I
knew that if I did see someone I could pull him away.  He
was bending down a little, so wouldn't have to stand on my
tippy-toes that much.  As I was fucking him, I could here
something almost like a thumbing sound.  I looked in front
of Bryan to find out that it was his little boy cock hitting
up against the window.

     After about five minutes of fucking him by the window,
his body tensed up.  I could see and feel his ass clench up
as he was having another dry orgasm.  I stopped from shoving
into him, while he was on cloud 9, and looked to see his
cock twitch as it tried to pump sperm from his little ball
sac.  I decided that since he had fallen first to `cumming',
that I would end my torture and release my build up.  I
whispered in his ear, that it was time to end this, so he
slid off of my rock hard cock and jumped onto the floor.  He
turned me around, got on his knees and started to jack me
off while keeping my head in his mouth.  It didn't take me
long to cum into his perfect little mouth.  I watched as I
say his eyes start to bug out, when the first shot hit the
back of his throat.  He took them all, as he continued to
milk out every drop as he saved most of it in his mouth.  I
wiped the sweat from above my eyes, as I looked to see his
`chipmunk cheeks'.

     "Don't you fucking think about it, Bryan.  You decided
to take my cum, so you either swallow it or, go and spit it
into the bathroom sink."  He looked at me, knowing that I
had foiled his plan of giving me another kiss of cum.  He
looked at me and I could see his little adams apple bob up
and down, as he swallowed my load.  We both sat down for a
minute, trying to regain out strength we finally got up to
put out clothes on.

     We started to walk down the stairs, as I started to
check out his bruise again.  I knew that nothing was wrong,
but he was going to have that black and blue mark for at
least a few days.  We made it to the front door, only to be
greeted by my mother.

     "Well your father just told me.don't you have the
fucking guts to tell me to my face?  I didn't raise no
fucking pussy bastard boy to shove me out of my life."  I
pushed Bryan out of the door, and pulled my mom inside.

     "Mother.shut up!  You have to listen to me."  I pulled
her into the dinning room and sat her down.  "I am working
on a case for the Bureau, this is going to be a high profile
case once we are done."

     "You mean, you might be on tv again?  Making the rounds
on the news stations?"  How sad I thought, my own mother is
getting excited that my certain life in danger would give
her a higher status in her small town.

     ".Maybe.  I'm sure though that other people will get
more credit.but.since people will be watching the F.B.I.'s
every move in Saginaw, and since the people in town know of
you and me you cannot be seen coming down to my house, in
case someone is following you.  Understand?  This is not
only for those kids in protective custody, but for you, dad
and Roxy.  I don't want anyone getting hurt."  I waited for
her to answer but there was nothing.  I got up and poured
her a glass of whisky, which he guzzled it down.  I left her
that bottle, then made it back outside.

     I made it to the main tent, with all the tables and one
of the neighbors' karaoke machines.  I turned on the speaker
and mic and called for everyone to gather around.  As I was
waiting for the people to all come around, I thanked my
closest neighbors for bringing the dishes to pass,
basketball nets, etc.  I saw that everyone was around, and
that my mom had just walked out of the door.

     "Ok.  As you may know there is a rumor going around
about a "big surprise" that I have.  Well, here it is.  As
you know, lots 35, 36 and 37 have not been sold.  But just a
few days ago, I purchased them.  No, not to build another
house.but to build us....our own little community park.
There will be a tennis court, playgrounds, a skate park, and
a baseball field in which we will have our own Little League
team."  I was greeted with cheers and applause.  I had heard
enough from the little subdivision meetings that the older
homeowners were complaining that the kids were playing in
the street too much.  This seemed like a good idea, plus it
lowered my accounts a little.  Shit why not give back, it's
not like I'm going to stuff my coffin with it.  I again
thanked them all for coming, and told them that they could
have as much steak, burgers and hot dogs as they wanted.

     I walked around the crowds again, and answered the
question over and over that the park would be open at the
end of next month.  The parents were happy, and the kids
came up asking: if they could bring their friends to play
ball; how big the skate park would be; and if they could
give me some more stuff to add in.  I took a few notes and
smiled at the attention that I was getting from the kids.
Matt's father Greg, came up and thanked me saying that he
was honored to know a friend like me.

     I looked at Greg Davis; a little differently know
knowing that his son was the `neighborhood boy whore'.  I
wondered if he knew what Matt was doing, while he was away?
Did Greg teach Matt?  I passed those questions out of my
head.

     I finally made my way to Chris, Rex and Bryan.  They
all told me that I was a loser for throwing away my money.
I smiled and told them, "Fuck.  Would you rather I keep it
and watch my family fight over it with Roxy on the other
side?"  We laughed.  They asked if they could join the
baseball team, and I said of course.  I looked at Chris and
told him that they would be looking for a coach.  I informed
him that most of the parents with kids work for the `big
three' automakers so they would be busy, during the leagues
normal game times.

     "Shit Avery, I'm never played ball.  I'm a wrestler,
not a ball player."

     "Come on Chris.  Besides you will be able to boss
around Rex and Bryan.  And you get to see the rest of the
neighbor kids in either a cup, or skin tight baseball
pants."  I think I got him on that and so he agreed.

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     The party was dying down, as the parents were finishing
up their drinks.  They came up and thanked me for a most
excellent party.  I blushed in embarrassment and told them
thanks for coming.  I helped my parents load up their SUV,
and told them that I would call them when the case was about
to close.

     I looked out as I saw them drive out of the
subdivision.  I scanned the area to see a small figure
sitting on one of the chairs.  I walked over and saw it was
the neighbor kid Jesse.

     "Hey Jesse.  What are you doing out here alone?"  I sat
down next to him.

     "Oh.  Hi Mr. Douglas.  I'm just catching some night
air."

     "Gotcha.  But please call me Avery.  Only my high
school teachers called me Mr. Douglas."  Jesse laughed and
agreed.  I knew that something was wrong, cause I mean how
many kids do you know that in this day and age would rather
sit outside?  "So did you enjoy the party?  I would imagine
that your dad is going to try and out spend me when it is
his turn next month."  I started to laugh.

     "Do you know where my dad gets his money?"  Jesse asked
as he looked directly at me.

     "I don't.  I would imagine that that he works in the
U.A.W."

     "Nope.  He's an agent."

     "No shit.  Does he have any big clients?  I never heard
him mention that before."  I truly had no clue.  The only
couple that I really talked to is Greg Davis and his wife,
only cause they were somewhat shunned by the rest of us.

     "You remember how he never talked to you for the first
four months that you moved in?  It wasn't until you knocked
on our door with your girlfriend, that he started to talk to
you."

     "Yeah I do.  I just figured that you guys that you were
too high up to be talking to me."

     "Fuck no.  He was just scared when he heard that you
worked for the F.B.I.  Shit, we almost had to move, because
of you."

     I started to laugh, "You were going to move cause I am
a `g-man'?  Well, that's a first for me.  Why move?"

     Jesse looked at me like I was dumb.  "We almost moved
because my dad is an agent.  If any of his clients found out
that he was living next to a government agent they would
have killed him."  I stared into his blue eyes trying to
figure out what he was getting at.

     "Jesse listen to me.  If your dad is in any sort of
trouble let me know.  I am here to help.this is my job to
help other people."

     "I know Avery.  When you told us that you were going to
build the kids a park, I knew that you were different.  It
is like you actually care."  He got up and took off his t-
shirt.  I looked at his torso, not a single ounce of baby
fat or any fat on him.  "You know that I'm a model right?"

     "I did.  You dad told me today.  But he said that you
did it for your hands, for like a lotion job."

     "Lotion?  Ha ha damn my dad is a smooth talker.  Listen
I have to model tomorrow.  If you want, and if you are in
town why don't you stop by and pick me up.  My dad is out
scouting for some new clients, and if you stop by you and
bring me home.  That way I won't have to walk the fifteen-
mile trek back home.  See you around.1?"

     "Ok Jesse it's a date.  I don't have to be at a by job
till after 4.  I'm excited to see what type of modeling you
do."  With that he walked back to his house.  I sat in the
chair, trying to place all the pieces together, but kept on
coming up with a blank.  I finally gave up and went back
inside, it was a little bit after 11PM.  I checked the
living room to find no one.  I stepped into my room to see
Roxy, passed out with a bottle of wine next to her.

     I walked up the two flights of stairs, to the third
floor, and knocked on Chris' door.  He said it was open.
There lying on his bed, stark naked, was Chris watching a
gay porn movie.  He had one hand on the remote and the other
was stroking this hard cock.

     "Damn I would love to fuck this Jeremy Jordan kid.  I'm
sure that he is one good fuck."  Chris spoke, never looking
away from the screen.  "Perfect height, face, perfect ass."

     "Thanks again Chris for helping out today.  You really
did help me out.  Tomorrow, you and I have to sit down and
talk about what is going to happen between you and Chris."
He finally looked at me, but I closed the door and walked
down the hall.  I walked down at the end of the hall, and
knocked on the boys' room.  I knocked again but there was
nothing.

     I opened the door, and the light from the hallway
beamed onto the bed.  There cuddled together were Rex and
Bryan.  Rex was naked, but Bryan kept on a pair of boxers.
I wished that I had a camera so I could take this picture.
I closed the door, and went back downstairs into my bedroom.

     Roxy had finally woken up.  As I was getting ready for
bed, she took started to undress.  She said that she was
sorry for all the trouble she gave to me.  I placed my hands
on her face and gave her a kiss on her forehead.  I told her
that I was sorry also, and that one day I would finally tell
her of my entire life.  I threw off the duvet, and lay down.
Roxy laid down also and we got into a spoon position.  We
both fell asleep, saying that tomorrow would be a better
day.

     Ok, so thus ends chapter 6.  This chapter was written
on the fly.  I just threw it in for the hell of it.  Bryan
was never to be hooking up with Avery, but you the readers
talked me into it.  So send me an email:  CupDrinker@aol.com
if you liked it or have any questions or comments.  Just
write `Dear Avery, ..."  Remember that emails from you the
readers are my only knowledge that people at least read
this.