Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 01:25:12 EDT
From: CupDrinker@aol.com
Subject: Avery's Boys chapter 7

     Ok well I'm back again with another chapter.  Hope that
you enjoy this one?  For some reason most (or most that
wrote me) did not enjoy chapter six.  Yeah it was somewhat
short, but I wrote it up in like thirty minutes.  Oh well.
Again write to me at CupDrinker@aol.com if you have any
questions/comments/suggestions.  I do write back personally!
If you want another good story to read, check out movie-
house, on this website in the adult-youth section.  An
excellent story by, from what I read, a new author.
Remember, all this is fake, it is all fantasy, nothing like
is has or will happen in my life.  I only write to indulge
you the reader.

     Ok in the last story the `much' anticipated love story
between Bryan and Avery took place.  Avery reveals his big
secret, in that he is buying the empty lots in the
subdivision to build a park, which is going to have a skate
park, tennis courts, basketball courts and a baseball field.
Avery asks Chris to be the new teams coach.  Avery asked his
parents to leave him alone, due to the drug case that he is
working on.  Avery and Jesse talk after the party, during
which Jesse asks him to pick him up after his `modeling'
shoot.  The last few paragraphs from chapter Six...

     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 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.

Story - Avery's Boys
Chapter - Seven - Jesse

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     For some reason I had the best nights sleep in a very
long time, probably one of the best since high school.  I
had not tossed and turned, that I knew of, through the
entire night.  Roxy was the same, as I could feel her skin
against my arms and upper body, through the night.  I had
not dreamt of anything in particular, but I tried to keep on
putting the pieces together that Jesse had given to me.  I
had thought of everything, from drugs, porn, murderer,
abuse, etc.  But I could not come up with anything, that his
dad had done to bring me to the answer.

     I am one of the worst morning people in the world.  All
of my friends know it as well as my family.  If I have to
wake up in the morning I will, but I will not start to talk
to people until 11am or 12 noon.  I usually just mope around
the house or office room, drinking some cans of coke for the
caffeine.  When Roxy wakes up in the morning she will
usually go upstairs to one of the sitting rooms to watch tv
and eat her breakfast, so that she will not wake me up.
Don't know why, it's not like I would yell at her for waking
me up, cause she knows that I would talk to her until the
afternoon.

     I was in a deep sleep when I could feel the presence of
someone standing next to the bed.  I kept my eyes closed and
tried to remember where I had placed my weapon.  I
remembered that I had left it in the glove box of my truck.
I use to live in a really small town, actually it wasn't a
town it was a village.  Growing up we left our house doors
unlocked along with our car doors, so it has become a habit
of mine, not to lock the doors and not set the alarm.  So
here standing next to my bed, in my house could be some
psycho killer.  I finally gave up, in trying to figure out
what I was going to do so I woke up.  I strained my head up
and tried to focus on the person.  I had to wait a few
seconds while my eyes adjusted to the morning light.  As my
eyes finally dilated I realized that this person was no
killer, but it was a person with a killer body.

     "What are you doing up so early, Bryan?"  I looked at
the digital clock, 505 am.

     "I'm use to being up this early, from my years with the
old man.  I've already made breakfast.  I'll be in the
dining room."  And with that Bryan walked out of my room.

     Shit, here I am being woken up at five in the morning
and someone made breakfast.  A breakfast for me is a glass
of orange juice (unless my parents are around).  I rolled
out of bed and put on a pair of pj pants.  I made my way
down the hall and slipped into the bathroom.  I flushed and
washed my hands and stepped into the dinning room.  There on
the table was a feast fit for a king; eggs, three different
kinds; toast, buttered and dry; milk; pancakes; o.j; fruit;
etc.  And there sitting at the end, was Bryan.  There were
four plates set out, but not one in front of him.

     "What's the deal?  Why all this?"

     "As I said, I'm use to doing all this.  I guess after
three years of waking up and cooking breakfast it just
becomes routine for me.  Don't you like this?"  Bryan asked.
He was already dressed for the day in a tee shirt and
shorts.

     I poured myself a glass of juice.  "This is really
sweet of you.  But I usually do not eat breakfast."  Bryan
lowered his head and started to cry.  "Please don't cry, I
just grew up not eating breakfast during high school,
college and the academy.  I'm really proud of you, I didn't
know that I had all of this in my fridge.  I'm sure that the
others will appreciate it."

     "But I did this for you.  I don't care what Chris
thinks or Rex.  I only care about you.  Don't you care about
me?"  Bryan now had his head resting arms, while leaning on
the table as he cried.

     "See Avery, this is why you don't want to have kids.
This is why you stayed away from your brothers houses, when
their kids grew up."  I said to myself.  I pulled up a chair
next to him and sat down.  I ran a hand through his hair,
"Please don't cry.  I know that you are use to doing this,
but what that guy was doing was abuse to you.  No twelve
year old should have to cook a meal for a person, day after
day.  You are starting a new life here, and your new life is
going to be a fun one in which you do what you want to do,
not what someone else wants you to do."  And with that he
lifted up his head, and sucked in some snot.  "Really?"
Bryan asked.  I leaned towards him and gave him a kiss on
his nose.

     I looked at the wall clock, 530.  I took another drink
of my juice and told him that we would wait in the living
room.  He fixed himself a plate and met me in there.  I
flipped on the tv and turned it onto Sportscenter.  I waited
for them to play the small part of the hockey segment, now
that the Wings had won the cup.  After I heard who they
thought was going to be the main free agents, I turned it to
CNN.  I usually read the local newspaper to get the news,
but since I was up, why not.  I looked over at Bryan who was
resting his plate on his knees and chest, while eating.  I
was about to say something, when the anchorwomen told that
they had "Breaking News".

     "We here at have learned that there is a massive power
outage, at the maximum security federal prison in upstate
North Dakota." Fuck me; I already knew what she was going to
say.  "We have learned that the power outage is the result
of a prison riot, and was staged in the `life sentence'
ward.  The outage started at about 435 this morning, which
is affecting the entire prison compound.  This prison became
notably famous earlier this year when Special Agent Avery
Douglas apprehended mass murderer and arsonist `John Jay'.
Local police officers have been sent it to set up road
blocks, but eyewitnesses say that several prisoners have
already fled the prison.."  I turned off the tv and walked
towards my phone and unplugged the cord.  I knew that my
mother would call, but I didn't want to deal with it.

     I crept into the bedroom to get my cell phone, hoping
that the office would call me to tell me of the events
before I would get into work this afternoon.  I had almost
made it out of the room when I hit the door with my big toe.
The noise woke up Roxy, whose hair was every which way.

     "Avery?  Oh, you are up.  I'll get up and get you a
glass of oj."

     "No need to get up.  Bryan woke up early and has set up
breakfast for us."  I left the door open, and headed back to
the living room.  I got in the room, and stood next to the
large picture window.

     "Damn, you look good.  Look at yourself, your body is
perfect.  I hope that I can have a body like that when I get
older."  Bryan wasn't eating anymore; he was just staring at
me, as the morning sunlight was coming in from behind me.

     "Thanks.  You have an excellent body now, If sure that
you will have one if the future.."  Just then my cell phone
rang.  I looked at the caller Id; F.B.I.

     I was talking to the special agent (S.A.) on the phone,
when I noticed Roxy walking into the room carrying a full
plate.  She had on baby-tee and an Abercrombie thong.  She
sat down next to Bryan, as she turned on the tv.  She was
watching the screen as they finally had a helicopter in the
air about the prison.  It must have been too early in the
morning, cause she didn't seem to put two and two together
even though they said `John Jay' several times.  I continued
to talk to the S.A., who wanted to know if I wanted an
unmarked bureau car in front of my house.  I declined the
offer since he was in North Dakota and I as in Michigan,
plus we were not sure if he had fled or not.  I flipped
closed my phone and placed it on the stand.  "Well at least
they were nice enough to inform me of what happened."  I
quietly mumbled.

     It was too early in the morning for Roxy, cause all she
did was shrug her shoulders when I informed her of what was
happening.  She starred at the tv while she ate.  I picked
up my phone again, along with my juice as I walked up stairs
to wake up the other too.  I made it up to the top floor and
looked at the time on my phone, 623 am.  I opened up the
door, to Chris' room to find him lying on top of the bed,
naked.  The tv was turned on to Mtv who was doing a story on
the little boy band `Dreamstreet'.

     I looked at Chris, who was lying on his stomach with
his cock and balls pointing straight down between his legs.
Bryan thought that I had the perfect body, but I thought
that Chris had the perfect body.  There was just something
about him that I found fascinating, maybe it was that he
looked so much like his brother and that I knew that I could
and would never do anything with Kevin.  I looked down at
Chris' package and saw that his balls were starting to stir;
I knew that he must have been having a good dream.  I hated
to wake him up this early, but I knew that all the food that
Bryan made would go to waste if the others boys did not get
up and eat the food.  I fished out one of the ice cubes in
my glass and held it about Chris' back.  Soon it started to
melt and the water started to drop on to his back.  It only
took a few minutes before he started to waken and then just
like everyone else when something cold wakes him or her up,
he jumped up and turned to me.

     "WHAT THE FUCK!  What time is it, motherfuck?"  I told
him the time and placed the ice back into my glass.  "625?
625?  You got to be shitting me."  He was now standing up in
front of the closet.

     "Nope, it is 625.  Something came up that is getting
national attention, which involves `John Jay' and myself.
It seems that he might have escaped.  They are showing the
shots on tv."  I turned the channel to prove that I was
right and that I had a reason to wake him up."

     "No shit.  You think that he is going to come after
you?  You know that he wasn't too happy that you caught him
sleeping on the couch?"

     "Yeah I remember.  Well, I talked to the Bureau already
and they said that they have no word on whether or not he
has escaped.  Besides it's more than a thousand miles away.
Anyway, Bryan made us all breakfast so I'm waking you and
Rex up."  We walked out of the room and down the hall to Rex
and Bryan's room.

     The door was open halfway and we could see Bryan still
sleeping in his boxers.  Unlike Chris, he was sleeping on
his back.  I was about to do the same thing to wake him up,
but Chris decided to do it.  He fished out a piece of ice
and instead of letting it melt and drop onto his stomach, he
lifted up the waistband of his boxers and tossed the ice so
it landed just above his little cock.  In record time he was
up and jumping on the bed to try and find the item of
discomfort.  Chris and I laughed till tears were coming out
of our eyes.  Rex did not find it funny as he started to
swear up a storm.  I told him that breakfast was ready, and
we would meet him down stairs in a couple of minutes.

     Chris and I had made it back down to the living room.
Roxy and Bryan were glued to the tv that was still airing
the `breaking news'.  Roxy was filling Bryan in on why this
was important to us.  They finally turned to us.

     "Well Chris, it looks like not all guys that a problem
in the morning."  Roxy joked.  It took me a second to notice
why she made the comment.  I guess Chris had become
accustomed to walking around naked, cause there he was
standing next to me nude.  I looked down and saw that Chris
did not have a morning wood as most men usually have.  Chris
didn't find it funny, as he snapped his fingers to make his
dick come to life.  And just as before it sprang to life,
filling with blood.  He stroked it towards Roxy's direction.
I turned him so we walked into the dinning room to show him
the spread that the kid made.

     "Damn, Bryan made all this?"  Chris picked up a plate
and filled it up.

     "Yeah.  Oh remind me to pick up some sleeping pills, so
we can give them to Bryan.  That way we won't be waking up
at 4 in the morning."

     "Will do.  Also I figured out what to say to Kevin when
you talk to him.  Tell him that you found me, but when you
found me I was high and that instead of worrying my parents
you brought me here so that way I can be clean for the
summer.  What do you think?"

     "Ok.  I will pass that by him.  I'll probably meet up
with him this afternoon.  I have to go into the office to
work on the case.  Since I'll be gone until night, I want
you guys to stay close to the house.  If you guys go out
just call me on my cell."

     "Avery you are sounding like a parent.  That is just
messed up."  Chris picked up his silverware and went into
the living room.

     As soon as he left, Rex walked in.  "Morning Rex.  Hope
you don't mind waking up this early."

     "No problem Avery.  So what do you have planned for us
today?"

     "I have to go to work at four, and I'm there until
nine.  I need you though to give a call to your parents.
Even if its just a `I'm doing fine' phone call, understand?"

     Rex nodded and left the room with a plate full of food.
I followed in behind him.  Chris, Roxy and Bryan were seated
on the couch.  I sat in one chair and Rex sat in another.  I
sat across from the couch, which gave me a great view of
Chris.  Like Bryan, he sat with his feet on the couch, as he
rested the plate on his knees.  His cock stood straight up
as he sat like that, plus it showed me a glimpse of his
hole.  It was almost hair free, which I thought was strange
for a 16-year old.  I watched as the sunlight was shinning
onto his cock head, which was beaming with light from the
drops of precum that was leaking out of his cock.

     I must have starred a little longer than I should have,
cause when I looked up Chris was starring back at me.  He
grinned, and did a little muscle contraction that caused his
cock to rock back and forth. When he did it the last time, a
huge drop of precum flew off his cock, and flew into the
air.  Since he was in line to the tv, everyone in the room
caught this with their eyes.  We watched it as it flew n the
air and landed on the wood floors, about seven feet from
Chris.  We all sat with our mouths open, amazed on this
feat.  No one said anything, but soon we decided to change
the channel of the screen.  Roxy turned the channel to a
local station.  Of course being my luck the local station
had the same report on.  The anchor lady spoke.

     "Today the tri-counties are gaining national attention,
by one of its local citizens.  Earlier this morning, a
Federal prison in up state North Dakota suffered a massive
power outage.  This relates to a member of the F.B.I.,
Special Agent Avery Douglas.  Agent Douglas lives here in
this house."  I watched in horror has the camera panned to
the front of my house.

     "That fucking bitch.  What the fuck does she want to do
to me?  Fuck me.  Every motherfucking psycho is going to be
crawling around.  Fuck this shit, I'm going out."  I let out
some steam, and walked out to the front door.  I didn't care
that all I had on was a pair of Polo pj pants with pony
players over them.  I went to my suv and picked up my F.B.I.
shield.  I walked over the camera crew with my shield in my
right hand.  They tried to ask me questions, but I kept on
shutting them down.

     I pushed the camera down, when they said that they had
a First Amendment right to be here.  "I understand that.
But you have no right to be here at my house.  Did you think
of the consequences that would could about if one of those
prisoners saw exactly where I live?"  They couldn't answer.
"Exactly.  Now I want you two, to pack up and leave.  But to
show that I'm not a fucker, I'll give you a quote to use."
This seemed to settle the lady.  She pulled out a piece of
paper, while the guy packed away the camera.  "We here at
the F.B.I. have no reason to suspect that this outage has
caused massive prisoner escapes.  Local authorities have
been called in to help contain the area, but at this time we
do not believe that any dangerous prisoners have made it to
the up state wilderness."  "Ok, is that good enough?"  She
nodded as she put the pen down.  I walked back into my
house.

     I got back into the living room, when my cell phone
rang again.  It was the office.

     "Special Agent Douglas, this is Special Agent Smits.
Nice pj pants."  I forgot that you could never get away from
the government.  "Yes, I was watching the news when you
broke it up.  I just wanted to let you know that since you
have been seen on tv again, that we are going to take you
off the drug case..."

     "Take me off the case?  Are you shitting me?"

     "Listen Avery.  You know the protocols, if an agent is
given national attention, while he or she is working on a
case, and that national attention could place him in danger
and place other agents in danger then that agent must be
taken off the case.  You know that I really don't want to do
this, but"

     "Agent Smits, I will not be placing other agents in
harms way.  I am not even going to be at the given place, at
the given time once we have the figured out.  I already have
the informant set up and.."

     "Ok ok.  I will talk to the boss and see if we can
still keep you on.  It will take me a day or two to meet up
with him and then I will let you know.  So don't do any more
on camera appearances.  Also, since the tv station has
filmed your house the Bureau is going to be sending two
unmarked cars to patrol your area."

     I took a drink of oj and then looked around the room.
All four of them were still eating breakfast.  Bryan was
still on the couch, and Roxy had moved closer to Chris.  And
while I was watching, she had placed one of her arms around
him and rested her head on his shoulder.  Rex kept his eyes
moving from the tv to the object between Chris' legs.  I
shook my head to snap out of my daze.

     "I don't want two teams over here.  I can handle
myself, besides even if `John Jay' has escaped it would take
him at least 28 hours if he were driving.  Besides I don't
think that he would come after me this quickly."

     "No luck out of his one, the boss has made up his mind.
Two cars, two teams."  Agent Smits' voice told me this was
final.

     "Fine.  But I say were they can and can't be at.  I
don't want four newbies endangering Roxy and myself."  Smits
agreed.  I pressed the `end' button and set down my phone.

     I walked back into the living room and told them, that
they wanted to take me off the case.  I said that Smits
would give me a call within the day or two to tell me if I
was done or not.  I walked over to my house phone and
plugged the phone cord back into the jack.  "I'm going back
to my room.  If anyone calls have them leave a message."
And with that I walked down the hall and shut the bedroom
door.  Even through the door I could hear Rox, "damn I
haven't heard him say that much in the morning, in the
longest time.  I think having you kids here might be
effecting him."  I laid back down on the bed and set my
alarm clock for 12 noon, the time was now 717.

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     "Fuck me.  Can't I get some sleep in my own house?"  I
woke up to someone shaking me on the leg.  I lifted myself
up on my shoulders.  It was Bryan.  "What do you want
Bryan?"

     "Sorry for waking you.  I just thought that you were
upset, and that maybe you wanted someone to talk to."

     "No that is ok.  I don't need to talk to anyone.  I
just really need some sleep.  I need to sleep to stop
thinking about my future.  If I get replaced on this case I
could be pushing papers for the rest of my life, and at 22 I
don't want to do that."  I shoved my face back down into the
pillow.

     "Do you mind if I take a nap with you?"

     I raised the duvet and motioned for him to crawl in.
He took off his shirt and wiggled out of his shorts, leaving
him in only his boxers.  I lowered down the comforter as he
laid down next to me.  We were in a regular spoon position,
with his back to me.  I was getting back into my nap when I
felt my pj pants being pulled down.  I stopped Bryan from
taking them down, but he asked me to let him.  I let go of
his arm, and felt the pants bunched down around my ankles.
I kicked them off onto the floor.  Then I felt my boxers
being pulled down.  I helped him out this time, and when we
finished taking mine off, I helped him take off his boxers.

     "I love you Avery."  I didn't know exactly what to say.
Do I say I love you too?  Do I say nothing?  I finally
picked the right answer.  I reached a hand to his cocklet
and started to stoke it.  "I knew that you loved me."  Ok,
so that was not the response I was looking for.

     As I started to jack him off, Bryan was grinding his
little ass into my groin area.  My cock was sliding up along
his crack.  His little butt flesh was so smooth as it slid
up and down the length of my cock.  I slid my other arm
underneath of him, and started to play with his little tit.
He started to moan, and his breathing became heavier.  My
cock was stretched to its limits as it was straining to grow
bigger, while I was being aroused.  Bryan crawled down
between my legs as his tried to wrap his fingers around my
shaft.

     I looked down over the covers and saw a little mound
moving around the area that my cock would be at.  I could
see his little feet hanging out from the covers, as he was
starting to curl his toes.  I felt his breath, as he started
to blow on my cock and balls.  I was already seeing stars
and white flashes of light, when I felt his little mouth
swallowing my dick.  I could feel the tip of my head hit the
back of his throat, and when it did he didn't cough and gag.
I thought that he was a little `too' talented to be an
experience cocksucker for being twelve, but I was not going
to stop to ask how he got this good.

     He bobbed his head as far as he could down onto my
shaft, and with his hands he explored my stomach.  He ran
his fingers over my abs and then moved them down to the `V'
on my pelvic area that pointed down to my cock.  As he was
sucking my cock, I ran my hands through his hair, and then
about every three minutes I would grab hold of his ears and
shove his face farther down onto my cock.  He finally slid
his mouth off of my pole, and crawled back up to me and laid
down on top.

     He looked into my eyes and said, "I'm ready."  He
leaned down and placed his lips on mine.  As I reached to
the nightstand to pull out a condom, Bryan was grinding his
hips into my stomach.  It felt weird to fell his little dick
slid up and down my abs.  I ripped open the condom and
rolled it onto my cock.  With the covers still over us, he
inched his way down as he held my cock at its base, ready to
aim it into his hole.  I could feel his butt as he misjudged
the area of his hole, so he had to slid the tip of my dick
across his little butt, until it finally found his boyhole.
It went into his hole rather quickly.  I knew that I had not
stretched him that much, from the day before to have it go
in this easily.  "I knew this morning that I was going to
have sex with you," Bryan said.  "So when I was making
breakfast, I found some cooking oil and a cucumber."  I
hoped that he threw it away, cause I knew and he didn't,
that Roxy was the one that bought the cucumbers to slice
them and use on her eyes.

     He was riding me like a pony and we were both enjoy it.
As I was pushing my dick into him, he was pushing down
trying to get every inch into him.  He was moaning, so I
shoved a finger into his mouth.  He started to suck on it,
like it was my cock.  Once he mastered one finger I shoved
in a second, then I inserted in a third.  His moans were not
moans of pain, they were moans of ecstasy.  It was fun,
having his hole over my tool.  I knew that today and
yesterday was more important to Bryan than it was to me.

     Bryan was bouncing up and down, and a little thumbing
could be heard from his little ball sac hitting up against
my stomach.  His cock was slapping up against his stomach,
which I could hear, but I couldn't see any of his facial
expressions covered under the comforter.  I didn't mind, I
thought it was funny to see his shape coming from the
comforter bouncing up and down.  I could feel the pressure
build up inside of my sac, and I knew it was just a matter
of seconds before I would blow a load in the condom, up his
ass.  I told him that I was close, so he picked up the pace
and made his stride longer.

     I couldn't take it any longer and I released the
pressure cap inside me.  I felt my own cum trailing down on
the inside of the condom.  Bryan reached his orgasm too,
although another dry one, it was fun to watch his entire
body tighten from the excitement that his body had created.
I threw off the comforter, and his this little kid with his
hair messed up.  There was sweat coming off of him from the
heat of the sex and from being underneath the duvet.  Bryan
leaned back and my cock slowly eased its way out of his
hole.  Once it was free it slapped against my chest.  He
reached and slowly unwrapped the condom off of me.  He held
the soiled rubber to his mouth and swallowed the lukewarm
cum.

     He crawled off of the bed and put his clothes back on.
When he was putting his boxers on, we bent over showing me
his reopened hole.  I still couldn't believe that I was able
to put my tool up into his little hole.  He finally dressed
and walked out the door.  I got up, picked up the used
condom and stashed in the wastebasket in the bathroom.  I
wetted a washcloth and wiped my cock and balls.  I walked
back into the room and picked up my pj pants.  Shit what a
morning this has been.  I glanced at the clock, 1035.

     I walked down the hallway and turned into the living
room.  There was Chris, still naked, sleeping on my couch.
Rex was passed out sleeping in the chair.  The tv was still
turned on, thankfully they were showing the regular tv
shows.  I walked into the kitchen and picked up my cell
phone, there were five new voice mails.  I listened to them
as I read a note left my Roxy, `Av, Bryan and I went into
town to pick up food for the next few days.  The Bureau
called, they are in route, eta 50 mins.  Love Roxy.'  Four
of the voice mails were from other agents with the usual
male macho jabs at my `on air' tv moment.  The fifth one was
from Smits telling me that he set up a meeting with the Area
Director tomorrow afternoon.

     As I set down my cell, my home phone rang.  The ring
had awoken Chris.

     "Hello."

     "Mr. Douglas?"  Yippee it was Jesse, just what I needed
to deal with.

     "Jesse, again call me Avery.  What can I help you
with?"

     "I'm just making sure that you are still picking me up
today?  Um..just to let you know, my dad is gone for a few
days.  We saw your report on tv and he just thought that
there would be a lot of agents around."

     "I remembered that you asked me to pick you up.  So is
it just you and Mike at the house?"

     "Yeah.  Ok, well I'll be done in about fifty minutes.
You know the downtown district; well you take 59 and turn
left onto Madison.  It's about two miles down, the address
is 12 Madison.  It's a brick building.  When you get in just
tell them that you are looking for me.  Thanks again."

     "Not a problem.  See you in a little bit."  I put the
cordless phone back down.

     I walked into the living room and told Chris to get
dressed.  I told him that him and I were going to pick up
Jesse from his model shoot.  He got up and walked down the
hall then upstairs.  I watched as this little muscle boy
walked away, and his perfect ass moved as he walked.  I
called Rox and told her that I had to step out with Chris,
and asked her how long it was going to be till she got back.
Three minutes later she pulled into the driveway.

     I brought Roxy up to speed on what I was going to do,
and that my cell would be with me.  I told her that I should
be back within an hour, and if she could watch Bryan and
Rex.  She agreed, just as Chris was coming down the stairs.
He was wearing a pair of jeans and a knit shirt.  I kissed
her on the lips goodbye, and watched as Chris kissed her on
the cheek goodbye.

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     The drive was ok, traffic was fairly light for the noon
lunch hour.  Chris and I just talked the shit on what
was/did happen/ing today.  I told him that I thought that
the bureau was just being over cautious and it should pass
over within a day or two.  Just as we were to turn on
Madison, I told him that it was time he called Kevin.  He
agreed and with just a push of two buttons, Kevin's cell
rang.

     "Hey Avery what's going on?"

     "Not much.  Just wanted to let you know that I have
found someone."

     "No shit.  Where did you find him at?"

     "He found me in Saginaw.  He knocked down my door."
Chris said while hitting me in the upper arm.  I looked at
him, and mouthed that I was going to give him the made up
story that we set out.  Chris nodded, and took a deep
breath.

     "I found him with a case of beer, and his fridge full.
It looked like he had been drunk for a day or two.  So I
decided not to bring you in on this, so I brought him down
to my house so he could sober up.  Plus I could have
constant coverage over him."

     "Ok Avery, do what you have to do.  Just make sure that
he is safe.  I guess I'll talk to you later.  Thanks again,
and you do what ever he tells you to do Chris.  You here
me?"

     "Don't worry.  I'll give you an update in a day or two.
Talk to you later,"

     "Damn you are good Av.  I wish I could lie like you."
Chris said while laughing.

     I pulled into the parking lot, about fifteen minutes
ahead of time.  The building was nice, and I saw a couple of
security cameras on the outside of the building.  I parked
in a spot, and got out.  The two of us walked up to the
door, and I held it open for Chris.  Inside was different.
You entered into a long hallway, which was banked on the
right by, what looked like one-way mirrors.  The hallway
ended into another room, where a rather beefy guy sat behind
a desk, in a small waiting room.

     Chris and I would not be the only ones waiting, as
there was another guy in his fifties sitting next to a cute
boy, about ten years old.  I walked up to the `secretary'; I
told him that I was here to meet up with Jesse.

     "I need to see some ID."  The beefy guy asked.  I
fished out my wallet and opened it up to my Bureau id card.
"This real?"  He started to shake, and I saw that his left
hand was about to press a buzzer like button.

     "It is."  I pulled out my shield and laid it next to my
wallet.  It was then when I saw him a muscle twitch away
from pressing the button.  "Is there a problem?   I mean, I
can see my name on your sheet of paper right there.  I'm
just here to drive him back home."  The guy looked down at
the sign in sheet and then matched my name with the name on
the list.

     "I guess it's ok.  You and Jesse close?"  He handed me
the clipboard, which I signed and returned.  "Not really, he
is just my neighbor."  He stood up and swiped a card to
unlock the steel door behind him.  He held it open with his
foot, and waved us in.  "Jesse is in room 17.  Straight down
and second door around the corner."  And with that the door
slammed shut and I could hear the security latches close.

     I looked at Chris, who just as I was, was a little
puzzled by the `warm welcome'.  The hallway was a little
different from what I thought a model studio would look
like.  It was just headshots of boys, under the age of
sixteen from the looks of them.  As we walked down the
hallway, a door opened and out came a man with a camera and
a little blond boy who was about eight wearing a lime green
pair of swim trunks.  The guy smiled as he walked past.  We
turned the corner and came up to the room.  There was a
small sign that said `model at work'.  I looked at Chris and
decided to knock on the door.  A few seconds later the door
opened.

     We were waved in, and had to move around the bank of
studio lights.  There was a blue background on one side of
the room, and on the other there was a bed with blue and
blue/cr^Ême sheets on it.  In the back where Chris and I were
trying to get into, was a small clothes rack with some Tommy
clothes and Nike clothes on.  I bumped into the guy with the
camera, which I apologized to.  I turned to Chris who was
taping me on the shoulder.  I looked back at him, and then
looked in the direction that he was pointing at.  I finally
put all the pieces together; lotion; agent; afraid of the
F.B.I.  There stood Jesse, with his blonde hair slightly wet
naked as could be.  Jesse smiled at me when I finally made
eye contact.  The photographer was give him orders on how he
should pose, and have him look this way.  Once the guy
finished a roll of film he called for a ten-minute break.

     Chris and I walked up to Jesse who took a seat on the
bed.  "So I see you finally placed all the clues together?"

     Chris stood behind me, and placed his head on my
shoulder as he started to laugh.  "I guess so.  So you are a
model.  I guess this is why I haven't seen you in anything."

     "Well, I guess you haven't been looking in the right
area.  You can find some of my PG shots on the free web, but
my dad has made a bundle selling my photo rights to the pay
sites."  I agreed with him on the first part, but I couldn't
imagine any parent selling their kid to a studio to have
nude photos taken of them, and then sold on the web.

     Just then the photographer shouted that it was time to
start back up.  "You guys have to watch this one.  This is
my jack off scene that I am doing.  I have to look like I'm
having trouble with jacking off, but in the end I finally
cum."  And with that the guy shoved us back and started to
click away on his camera.  I walked to the back of the room,
and went through the clothes on the rack.  There were only
three or four outfits, but there were ten pairs of Tommy
boxer briefs, all white.

     "Well this is going to make our lives a little bit
funnier, don't you think?"  Chris said.

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