Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2002 18:56:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: alerataivar <AleraTaivar@ziplip.com>
Subject: From House to Home part 1

Note: This story is PURE FICTION. None of these events actually happened,
nor are the characters in the story real people. If it seems like anything
is taken from real life, I promise you that everything written here was
from my own head and no other resource. The Character "I" is not me in any
way. It is a fiction character like all the others.

WARNING : This story has adult content made for adult viewers. It contains
sexual content between a boy and an adult. If you think context like this
is disgusting, repulsive, perverted, ect. You should not read this
story. If you are offended by these things, then please leave the site
immedaitely(Although I doubt most would reject since this is the adult
youth section of Nifty Archives).

Story NOTE: If you don't care to read the main character's little backround
on how he came to do what he was, then you can go ahead and skip it,
although I suggest reading it.

Now, On with the story, "From House to Home" , by the author known only as
Jelten.



             Let me tell you a little about me. My name is Jessie Telete
and I am 25 years old, and have a degree in theater. I had gone out to
become an actor for Broadway. That was the dream that never happened for
me. After I got out of college, I quickly realized that my efforts to get
into any kind of musical failed. My auditions were good, I was sure, but I
never got the parts I needed to pay the bills. So eventually, I gave up.
What else could I do?

              Another thing I realized was that if my major would not help
me, I had to find a way to get myself into the high life without it. So I
thought to myself. What would people use often? What would people pay to
use or see or buy that I could supply? Making products seemed pretty hard
to do if you were going for the get rich quick idea that I was. So then it
came to me. I was good with computers. What about a website? Perfect! Now,
what kind of a web site could rake in the money for me? A porno site, of
course. So I immediately worked on a site, got a few nice sluts from the
streets to come do a little of this and a little of that and off I went.

      Not too long after, I got the money and the thought of making the way
to rake in cash, instead of credit money. The porn business, I discovered,
was a bigger gold mine than I had thought. So why not a theater? I had
heard many stories about those places. So with the extra web site money, I
bought an old theater in down town, and turned it into a private room
viewing or theater viewing. Of course things like jacking off were
encouraged. It made business better.

          But my enterprise hit new levels when I discovered how young men
would sneak in, under 18 mind you, and watch. But I spotted other things of
interest. These boys pleasured people while they were there. And that
helped. So I would act as if I didn't want them in, and chase them out
sometimes. They kept coming.

	Well, it comes to now, and the money I have brought in just for
myself was tremendous. I got myself a nice house in front of some woods
with a pool, a hot tub inside, and other luxaries. I was living the high
life like I had planned, without all the work of an actor. It was amazing.
I had already forgotten I even got my four year degree since I was so
successful at just running one internet site and a theater. And those boys
were still coming, keeping my business moving as the men, and sometimes
even women, that came kept coming back.

	Well, that is me. Now on to what has been happening in my life
recently. Quite an interesting story it is for someone who bent his life on
adult things...


	Another day at work, I thought and sighed. I thought again for the
millionth time the irony of my life. I wasn't sexually attracted to women,
yet I built my empire on porn, which usually featured the women much
more. Truth be told I was attracted to young boys. I suppose I could say I
was a boy lover, although I was a little bit more intuned with sex with
them then cuddling, although I saw nothing wrong with it. I think that
cuddling is fine, but sex can always be better than that.

	"Round time," I muttered as I left my little office and headed down
the hall to the private viewings. Rounds, as I called them, were to ensure
the boys that I was always watching for them and to make sure no one left
on the private tvs. That bugged me a lot. I walked casually down the hall
and found a booth with no one in it, with the film running. Ugh...They just
don't read my signs, do they? I walked in and closed the booth for a moment
and watched what was on. Two women shoving....well enough of that. As I
went to turn off the tv, I saw a tongue come out of the hole on the wall.
Those were placed there for the boys basically to give pleasure without
revealing themselves. I was awfully horny, after not beating off in days.
Why not? I didn't care who it was as long as I got something. I quickly
locked the door behind me and dropped my pants.

 	My six and a half inches I pushed into the hole, now unblocked by
the tongue. I quickly felt a mouth wrap around me and I became so stiff I
thought a chissle could break my penis off and a knife would do nothing.
The mouth was not big, giving evidence of a younger boy. Not many, if any
at all, had come. Most were 15 and sixteen year old gays coming in for some
action. This was very young. But that is what I liked. I liked very young
boys. Usually I dreamed of boys under ten...

	I could hear the slight sounds of another there. Perhaps there were
two...I didn't care, because whoever this was, could suck amazingly well.
Every movement of his tongue on my still shaft was perfect. A pro. It took
me very little time to shoot off some heavy splurts of my cum, and he
accepted it willingly, removing each little drop manually with his tongue,
giving amazing results.

	After he removed his mouth, I fell back onto the chair in bliss. MY
heart roared as I pulled up my pants. I had to know who this mystery kid
was. And who was with him. These two kids...They were amazing. Or at leas
the one who came in contact with me. So the first plan of action? Find em
and chase em out. Catch a good look at their faces...I immediately left the
stall and acted like I was the man leaving. Then I came back, and knocked
on their door. "Anyone in there?" I called. I heard a lot of ruffling
around, and a clearly faked boy trying to imitate a heavy set man with a
deep "Yes."

	I quickly yelled for them to get ready, because I was about to open
the door. I heard a pair of pants being zipped up. I turned my key and
swung the door open and two little boys flew out of it before I could stop
them. I gave chase, yelling at them. They each made it out, but had looked
back several times, and had given me very good memories of each face. Very
fine looking boys...Under ten I was sure. I wondered if I would ever see
them back again...




	Well, time passed and they never came. It was depressing to me,
since I had sort of fallen in love with then as they ran. But I watched the
security cameras every day hoping they would return. I never saw them come
in or leave.

	After a few weeks of work, I had almost forgotten them completely.
I returned to my nice home and dragged myself into a bath. I had the
dullest day of my life...

	Until, of course, I noticed something out my bathroom window move
in the trees. What made it was too large to be a racoon or a squirell. It
had to be a person. It was past the fence I had made to keep the forest
from growing into my yard. No body lived behind me, and basically I didn't
have any side neighbors. But someone was back there... I was always one of
action instead of reason, so I got out of my warm bath and threw on my
robe. I didn't take the time to put on clothes, since they could be gone by
then and I wanted to know who was snooping around my house.I hurried out
into my backyard in my robe and looked around. I didn't hear anyone...Wait!
I did. Another rustling, going away from my backyard. I tip toed across my
lawn to the far edge of my fence and listened. The faintest of a shh I
heard. Hmm...If it was one of those teenage boys that liked starting camp
fires around there, I would have the devil with him!

	I quietly opened the gate and snuck around in the forest, coming
closer to the muffled voices. Giggling...I doubted that any teenage boy
starting a fire would be giggling...I continued moving along, ensuring that
I didn't step on anything that would end up causing pain to me, or making
noise.As I came closer, I noticed that whoever passed by to get there
wasn't a hiker. The trail wasn't preserved in the least. In fact, all the
twigs and such were all crushed. Carelessness...giggling...Most definitely
not a teenage boy.

	As I came apon a clearing I noticed two small figures. I hid in the
brush to the side of them, and took a peer over my foresty wall. There were
two very young boys, giggling and shushing each other. Each had their pants
down...and I was pretty sure they were...touching each other...Well! That
turned me on, just from the view of one of the boy's fine butts. What a
good time for my camera...

	I watched them more. The slightly taller one had his hand on the
other's baby boy dick and was stroking it. Baby boy dick is a term I like
to use for the erections of young boys who cant cum yet and are hairless,
not to mention very short. The other one had his hand on the boy's dick and
was following along...

	Time for a course of action. This was too good to pass up. Without
thinking of anything, I lept from the bushes and tackled them. Each arm
held a half naked boy from the waist down squirming to get free. Neither
yelled for help. They didn't want to be seen, I thought. Neither young boy
could break free of my grip. Try as they want, I thought, but they won't
get away from me. One of them, under his squirming and heavy breathing,
muttered,"he caught us...He found us....how did he find us...?" What was he
talking about?

	Then I saw their faces. These were the boys from the theater. And
one of them...One of them gave me the time of my life! My heart beat fast
as I lay on the ground, spread eagled in my robe holding two half naked
dreams of boys.I had an amazing hard on. The other boy, smaller, wimpered
and struggled still, but the taller one had given up. He was stuck, and he
admitted it. "Well guys...Looks like I found you," I said, panting
myself. "Ya know...I got pictures of you two doing that stuff before I
tackled you. They are back in the house. I thought it would be interesting
to keep them."

	"What?!" called the younger one and tried to break my hold. "No
way! You are lieing!"

	"I beg to differ, kid."

	"Look," I said. "I saw that you guys are 'experimenting' or just
jacking off. I don't care which. You did it in my theater, and right
outside my own back yard.

	The older one cut me off with,"That house is yours?!?!"

	"Yep. But let me get down to the point here. If you guys want to do
stuff like this, why don't you just come into my house and I'll teach you
guys some things. I did notice a few things that could be improved upon."

  	The Kids looked at each other. The older one nodded. So I lifted my
heavy arms off of the arches in their backs and let them get up. They both
had lost their hard ons, but I hadn't. It was only a little visible in my
robe. "So...When do you guys want to start?" I asked with a smile as the
younger one pulled up his pants.

	"Can we do other stuff too?" the smaller one asked.


	"Sure...why not? But first, I need to know your names," I said,
intent on going on a first name basis.

	"Andy," the smaller one stated quite proudly. I smiled. The other
told me he was Jake,

	"Ok, Jake and Andy. When do you guys want to come over to my house?
I can be open any time..."

	"Tomorrow!" they both chimed in at once. I didn't know if they were
brothers, but they sure were alike. I didn't mind that at all. They were
both quite cute indeed. Fine bodies all over.

	"Well, settled. After school?"

	"Ok."

	"Good. Oh and by the way," I said as they nodded and started to
head back through the brush. "You guys can come one at a time if you want
more personal attention," I said with a wink," And if you want to do
anything special, tell me in advance so I know."

	They both yelled back mutual agreement as they hurried off
excitedly back to their homes. I smiled deeply. I had scored two fine
looking boys to pleasure with. And what would be the best part of tomorrow?
Well, other than the wonderful things to do, was the mystery of which one
had given me such an amazingly great blow job. I had to know for sure.
Tomorrow would be an exciting day, and I already couldn't wait. All it cost
was a fall on the ground and a chase around a few halls. Not bad...Not bad
at all...


	I returned to my home and finished my bathing dreaming. I wouldn't
dare jack off, although I wanted to so badly. Just the thought of the boys
drove me crazy. I just couldn't wait. After drying off and deciding to go
to bed early, I fell asleep thinking of amazing times to come.



Well, That is part one of the story, which sets up the plot. If you like
what you think is going to happen, feel free to email me at
AleraTaivar@ziplip.com. I am looking for suggestions, comments, and
requests for more. I probably won't continue this unless I get some
feedback, so please, take a few minutes and at least comment. Thanks for
reading my piece.

-Jelten