Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:48:18 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Life Just Isn't Fair Chapter 30

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Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair.

I found out that Dave was a year older than me, and to my horror that he
went to the same school.  Man, I've outed myself!

"Um, look Dave, I need to ask a favour," I started.

"Let me guess, no-one at school knows you're gay?" Dave second guessed my
request.

I nodded my head.

"I thought you were all banging on about how normal it is and no-one should
care etc etc?" I could see a small smile at the corners of his mouth as he
tried to keep a straight face.

"yeah yeah yeah," I replied, allowing him his moment of glory in teasing
me.  "Seriously thought, I've only just moved down here, and just made some
new friends.  I don't know how they'd react yet so please could you keep it
a secret?"  I pulled my best puppy dog eyes on him.

"Uh oh, you're in trouble there kiddo," I heard Sam's voice.  "Andy's got
his puppy eyes out so he wants something."

"Yeah, he wants me not to out him at school." Dave said, with a huge grin
on his face.

My face fell as he'd said it a little too loudly for my liking, although
looking around, no-one else had heard.

"What you try to do Andy, hit on him or something?" Sam asked.  I could see
a bit of shock on his face that someone else knew.

"No, Dave kinda figured it out after my modelling display for you."

Dave and his Dad both laughed.

"It was a little over the top don't you think?" Dave's Dad said.

"I guess," I replied with my chin in my chest.  Man I know how to play
adults.  It worked as Dave's Dad lifted my head with his hand.

"Look laddie, if I was as cute as you, I'd flaunt it as well so don't
worry."

"DAAaaaad!" Dave whined.  "Don't call another boy cute!"

We all laughed and everything was fine.  We said our goodbyes and went our
separate ways.

"Next stop is my club and then onto the studio." Sam said.

"Kewl, I can't wait to see Martin again."





CHAPTER 30



We pulled up in the car park behind a large building.  It was fairly
deserted, just a couple of other cars, and a lorry bearing the sign of a
brewery on the side, which I guessed was making a delivery.

"This is only going to take a few minutes Andy," Sam said.  "You wanna stay
in the car or come inside?"

I had a sudden flash back to the last time I was asked that, and the taste
of bile suddenly flooded my mouth.  I must have gone pale as well as Sam
immediately asked if I was okay.

"Bad memories," I replied.

Sam nodded understandingly and was surprised to see me undo my seat belt
and get out. I grinned at his expression.

"Hey, if it weren't for me last time you'd be toast, so you need your
number one bodyguard!" I said, laughing and flexing my muscles.

Sam grinned back and put his arm around my shoulders as we headed in to the
entrance at the back of the club.



The entrance turned out to be the entry to a large kitchen.  Stainless
steel was everywhere and it was absolutely spotless, not like what I'd have
expected.  A couple of people were in the kitchen, running an inventory
list and one spotted us.

"Morning Mr Harrison," he greeted us.

"Morning William, how are we looking for tonight?" Sam responded.

"Everything looks in order, all the food is in and you probably saw the
beer delivery is here," William answered.  "I think that the party should
go down very nicely tonight."

Sam looked at me and told me about a huge party tonight for one of
Britain's up and coming pop stars.  Apparently she turns twenty one today
and has hired the club for all her friends and music industry insiders.



Sam led me through the club and upstairs into an office, where he greeted a
woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties.  Pretty to look at I suppose if
you are into small blondes with an ample breast.

"Yvonne, this is Andy, my foster nephew," Sam said introducing us.  "Andy,
this is Yvonne, my partner in the club."

We exchanged pleasantries and I sat down on a sofa and picked up a magazine
while Sam and Yvonne spent ten minutes discussing tonight's plans and the
plans for the next couple of weeks.  They finally finished up and Sam led
me back out of the club and into his car.

"Next stop, we pick up Harry and Martin," he announced.

"Excellent!" I grinned.

I looked at the clock and saw it was still only twelve thirty.

"Um, Sam, aren't we gonna be a bit early for the game?" I asked.  "It
doesn't kick off until five thirty."

Sam smiled at me.

"I thought we may have time for a bit of fun before we go for lunch."

I felt little Andy begin to grow as all sorts of thoughts flashed through
my mind, particularly the scene from a few days ago when Martin and Sam
both had their wicked way with me.

"Oh," I responded. "Okay."

Sam looked over at me, a little concerned at my seeming lack of enthusiasm,
only to see me with my hand fiddling with my now erect dick to try and get
comfortable.  He pulled out of the car park and hit the accelerator and in
no time we were pulling into the car park behind the building that housed
their studio.  Sam chucked a couple of bag of my new clothes at me as we
got out of the car.

"Huh?" my thirteen year old brain responded as my body's reflexes kicked in
and caught them.

"You seemed to have a blast modelling them in front of the whole shop
earlier, so why not get some photos of you," Sam replied.

I blushed immediately at the thought of parading myself in front of a
camera.

"I can't do that Sam," I whined.

Sam pushed me forward to start walking into the building.

"Why not?" Sam asked.  "You showed no modesty in the shop and lots of
confidence which is important in a model, as well as being a very
attractive lad with a great boy model body.  Harry has already asked me
about getting you in front of the camera and if we can get a good portfolio
together, you may get job offers which will help you earn money for
yourself and to give Jan some to ease your conscience about living with
her."

I looked down at my chest while I took all that in.  I heard the words
"job" and "money" and of course "pay Jan" and decided that no matter what
"portfolio" meant, I'd do it.

The lift arrived at the floor of the studio and we were barely out of it
when a smiling blonde bombshell jumped into my body, engulfing me in a hug.

"ANDY!!!!!" Martin shouted right into my ear, "What took you so long?"

"We went clothes shopping," I answered, holding up the bags.

"Kewl, lets see what you got."

Martin dragged me away into the main studio as Harry came out of the office
and greet Sam and me.  I nodded in acknowledgement.

"Show's how far down his lists of priorities I've become," Sam joked
motioning at the smiling twelve year old who had already got one of the
bags of clothes from out of my grasp and was hanging them up on an empty
rail, expressing his delight at some of the choices Sam and me had made.

"You know Martin," Harry shrugged, "talk about shopping, sex, food or
football and not in any of that order and you lose any sensible
conversation from him."



I was giggling at Martin's effervescent manner as he was studying the
clothes and picking and mixing different items to make outfits for me.
Hold on a sec.  I never used to let the woman who pretended to be my Mom
pick my clothes, then I let Sam chose what I was wearing today, and now I
am getting a kick out of a younger boy telling me what shirt I should wear
with which pair of shorts or trousers.  What is wrong with me?



Over the top of Martin's fashion advice, I heard Sam and Harry talking
about me.  Most of it centered on whether or not I was willing to do a
photo shoot.  I walked over to them.

"Um, I can hear you guys you know." I chided them.

They both had the good sense to look slightly abashed and I let them sweat
for a good twenty seconds or so before telling them that yes, I was up to
do a photo shoot.

Harry immediately went into professional mode and started setting up his
equipment, Martin helping him.

Sam looked at me slyly.

"What?" I pouted.

"Just wondering how I am going to keep you all to myself after you first
appear on the front cover of a youth fashion magazine.  Everyone is going
to be lusting after you when they see how hot you are."

I blushed, but my ego appreciated the massage that Sam was giving it.

"Sam, you get to keep me because of that," I reassured him.

He looked at me a little confused.

"You said it.  They will be lusting after my body, you love me the person
as well." I managed to get out, emotion threatening to make me cry.

Sam pulled me into him, kissing the top of my head.

"I do love you Andy, I have never fallen for anyone like this."



A cough broke the moment and I saw Martin standing there, wiping an eye.  I
grinned at him to show that I was happy and okay, and got a killer smile
back from him.

We went over to where Harry had set up one of his cameras in front of a
back drop of dark material.

"Okay Andy, firstly I want to start off with some face and upper body
shots.  These are the easiest to do and will get you used to being in front
of the camera and posing with the emotions and faces that I am looking
for."

Martin handed me a light green short sleeved shirt with a button down
collar.  I quickly changed into it and took a seat on the stool.  Harry
took various photos of me, asking me to smile, grin happily, pout, look sad
and a whole host of other emotions.  My neck started to ache with the
amount of twisting back and forth as Harry got me into the angles and
positions that he wanted.

Next he wanted full body shots.  Sam had spent the time during the face
shoot to lay out various combinations of clothes.  I guess working with
Harry for so long had rubbed off on his choice of clothes for me.

We moved sets and I was now wearing a range of darker clothes in front of a
white and silver background.  Again, my body was put through it's paces as
Harry had me pose in various ranges of moods and emotions.

We took a short break as Harry went off to download the photos.  He
explained that he always used to use the old fashioned film but finally
gave over to digital technology after it had caught up in quality.



He came back out of his office with a broad grin on his face.

"Some of those pictures are superb Andy, even if I do say so myself," he
said.

I grinned at him as again my ego was massaged.

Sam suddenly chucked a bag at both Martin and myself.

"Get changed into these and we'll do a double shoot," he told us.

I opened the bag and nearly wet myself as I saw the brand new Arsenal kit.
Martin jumped up and gave Sam a sloppy kiss as he had exactly the same
present.  I started to get up to go to a changing room before I saw Martin
start stripping his top off.  What the hell, they've all seen me naked and
two of them have had sex with me so I also peeled off my top and put on the
red and white of the Gunners.  I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled on the
football shorts.  I held up the socks and looked at Sam.  He nodded, I
shrugged my shoulders and took off my trainers and socks and replaced them
with the football socks.

"Keep your trainers off boys," Harry said.

I looked over at Martin and nearly came in my shorts.  He looked gorgeous
in his kit.  Not an ounce of fat on him, his legs looked lithe for a boy of
twelve and his chest filled his shirt nicely.

"Okay guys, let's move to the other room," Harry told us.

The other room.  The one with the bed.  The one where they film the sex
stuff.

I hesitated.  Sam noticed.  He walked over to me and put a hand on my
shoulder.

"Don't worry kiddo, this will be fun.  Just you and Martin, messing about
in your kit and then messing about not in your kit."



I allowed Sam to guide me into the other room to see Martin already up on
the bed, kneeling and facing the camera.

"Okay guys, what I want is a couple of pictures of you two just side by
side, then for you to start wrestling each other.  Nothing too strenuous
and Martin, don't be too mean with Andy," Harry instructed.

Hold on, was Harry suggesting that Martin could take me in a wrestling
match?  I don't think so.  I jumped up on the bed next to Martin and mussed
his hair a little.

I saw Sam and Harry grin at each other and I accepted the fact that I'd
just been played by Harry's comments.  Harry grabbed his camera and snapped
a few quick photos of the two of us kneeling next to each other and then he
nodded to Martin who immediately push me over on to the bed.

"Not fair!" I complained and the smaller boy pounced on top of me, trying
to pin me down.

I felt his already hard dick through his shorts and realised that he was
excited about doing the shoot, and probably the sex.  I remembered that Sam
called him an ever ready horn dog and was suddenly excited myself about
seeing the cute blonde naked again.

I must have zoned out a little during my thoughts as I heard Sam say "one,
two" and suddenly I jerked my right arm up and off the bed to avoid the
three count.

Man it had been a long time since I wrestled properly with a friend.  Mike
and I always used to but it stopped when I came out to him.  Mike didn't
stop it, I did because I didn't want to get embarrassed by getting a woody
while Mike was on top of me.



Mike. Damn.  I haven't called him for a while.  I really must.  Mental
note.



I felt my top being pulled up and realised I'd zoned again and given Martin
the advantage.  He'd got the shirt to my head so I raied my arms to allow
him to pull it off me, thinking this was the plan, the plot or whatever.
Martin eased the bottom of the shirt past my head, turning it inside out in
the process.  However, as soon as it was half way past, trapping my arms
inside it, Martin released his grip on the shirt and attacked my body with
his hands.

God it felt good.  He was rubbing my nipples and chest and then I felt
wetness as he started to lick my body.  He teased my now erect nipples with
his teeth as he gave me little bites.  His tongue then travelled down the
centre of my chest before encountering my belly button.  He spent a minute
lapping in and around it, while fingering my nipples.  Man has he a
fascination with them but with the feelings it was giving me I was in no
way complaining.  In fact my moans could only have spurred him on.

A quiet cough from one of the men stopped Martin's administrations of his
tongue and he straddled me, leaned onto my chest before tugging at my top
to take it off.  He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face and I
could do nothing but return it.  He laid down fully on me and his lips
connected with mine.  My hands slid under his shirt, feeling his smooth
silky back.  I massaged his body as he slipped his arms around my neck and
we exchanged tongues for a couple of minutes.



I had to get his naked torso next to mine so I started to pull his shirt up
and over his head.  He held his arms straight above and unlike Martin, I
didn't trap him.  Silly time was over.  Horniness had kicked in big style.

As I got his top off him, I sat up forcing him upwards.  He got the message
and shifted his position so that his legs were around my waist so we were
sat facing each other, Martin in my lap.  I leaned forward to kiss him.  He
pouted his lips together ready for the kick but instead I kissed his nose,
then his forehead.  He opened his eyes and looked at me, a little confused.
I smiled at him before nuzzling his left ear lobe.  Sam had taught me how
good this felt and I wanted to do it to Martin.  My work paid off hearing a
soft groan from the pre-teen boy.  I left his lobe and kissed his smooth
neck, all the while massaging his back with my hands.

I pushed him back gently from me and moved my head lower onto his chest.
Knowing how much I loved it, I sucked on a nipple.  Martin was moaning
loudly by this stage and had started to grind himself on my crotch.  This
was getting me close to coming and knowing that the only place that I
wanted my cum to erupt was in his mouth, I rolled us over so I was on top
of him.  I kissed my way down to his belly button, and after giving it a
couple of licks, kissed my way onto the tent in his shorts.  I nibbled at
his hardness while my right hand searched for and found the outline of his
balls.  I started to kneed them through the material of the shorts and his
underwear while I kept up my oral manipulation of the flagpole.

"Andy, please get these off me and suck me properly!" Martin begged me.

Not wanting to upset the boy I complied immediately, pulling the shorts
down, exposed a cute pair of SpongeBob Squarepants boxers, his erection
poking through the pee slit.  Normally I would have made a jokey comment
about the boxers but both of us were too in heat that I pulled them down as
well, throwing them up on the bed.

And there it was.  My prize.  Martin laying there in all his beautiful
naked glory, his four inch dick as hard as iron, not a sign of hair on him.
I could wait no longer and I dived down onto his hardness.  I knew I'd have
no problem taking him all into my mouth so there was no holding back. I
fondled his smooth ballsac throughout my blowjob.  I paused for a moment
while I pulled his foreskin back, exposing all of his head before attacking
it with my tongue.  I held my left hand towards Martin and he took the hint
and leaned forward and sucked my fingers.  I continued to suck on his cock
as he finished slobbering on my fingers.  He grinned at me, knowing what
was coming and lifted his legs past my head to allow me access to his
pucker.  I pulled off his cock and looked at it.  I could see the brownness
of bruising where he has been stretched by men's cocks but other than that,
it looked great.  I leaned in and gave it a quick lick before nestling my
face in between his boy cheeks.  I lapped, sucked, kissed and probed with
my tongue until I felt he was wet enough before returning my mouth to his
dick that had lost none of it's hardness.

My left hand moved to his hole and I poked at it with my first finger.  I
slipped it in to the second knuckle without a problem.  A groan escaped
Martin's mouth as I found his small walnut inside him.  I rubbed it a
couple of times before pulling out.  A moan of disappointment came from
above me and I grinned around his cock.

"Don't worry," I said before lapping his cock back into my mouth.

I slipped two fingers into Martin's boi-cunt and again found his prostate.
I tried to keep a slow tempo going with both my fingers and my mouth to
draw out the experience for Martin, and it seemed to be working so far.
After another few minutes, or hours, I slipped my fingers out and returned
with three.  I also thought I'd try something I'd read out and started to
hum while I was sucking on him.

"OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" I heard Martin yell as he bucked into my mouth.
I felt one, two, three and then four squirts of juice in my mouth and I
savoured the taste of them.

I carried on lapping and nuzzling his limpening cock until Martin's hands
found my head to move me off him.  I looked up at him to see the famous
Martin shit-eating grin on his face.  I moved myself up over his body to
kiss him.

Martin pushed me off him and onto my back, and in a voice reminiscent of
Keifer Sutherland's vampire character in the Lost Boys, he looked at me and
said "MY TURN!"

He tugged my shorts and boxers off to reveal my still hard cock.  I had not
lost my erection throughout my blowjob of Martin and I had a sudden fear
that I would shoot at his first touch. He leaned in and gave my half
exposed head a kiss before enveloping the top half of my dick in his mouth.
Some type of exclamation came out of my mouth as I gripped the sheet and
tried to concentrate on old women and spinach.

Like I had, Martin started to feel my balls as he sucked me and he went
down on me for what seemed like an eternity.  I could feel the start of my
orgasm in my balls and started to moan lustily.  My toes started to curl
beneath me when I heard another quiet cough.

Suddenly Martin's mouth was off my cock and I groaned in disappointment.  I
felt the boy straddle my chest and grasp my dick with his hand and I
realised what he was about to do.

"Martin, nuh..." was all I got out as he lined himself up and sat down on
my cock.

"Oh yeah that's good!" Martin sighed.

I was in heaven.  It was so hot and smooth inside him.  I felt the boy-god
flex himself and it sent sensations down my shaft.  He raised himself up
off my body, pulling himself almost off me, leaving just my head inside of
him before lowering himself back down until my pubes nestled against his
cheeks.  If anybody came in and put a bullet in my head, at this moment I
would not have cared because I was already in heaven.  Martin continued his
riding motion and I was near ecstasy.  I pushed my upper body upwards
towards him so I was again sat upright and grabbed him into an embrace and
kiss.  We exchanged tongued as he continued to ride my cock.  I felt myself
impossibly get harder and grabbed hold of Martin's slender hips.  I took
over the ride and thrust into him, harder and harder, lust taking over my
body.  I felt Martin bit down onto my lower lip and the feeling exploded
inside me.

Of course my toes curled, and I'm sure everything else that could of, did.
I thrust hard with every spurt. One, two, three, I felt Martin shudder, his
ring tighten around my thrusting shaft and wetness start to coat our bodies
as he gave himself to his orgasm.  Four, five, six thrusts and I began to
weaken.  I collapsed backwards onto the bed, pulling Martin with me as I
felt a seventh and unbelievably eighth spurt dribble from my cock.



We lay together, panting, exhausted, sticky and sweaty.  Martin looked at
me and gave me a kiss on the lips, this time without a tongue.

"That was great Andy," the little boy-sex-god said.

Nothing else was said for a few moments between us, and the only sound I
could hear, other that our breathing, was a strange double slapping sound.
I raised my head and realised we were still in the studio and Harry and Sam
had their trousers down and were jerking off.  I watched as Sam first and
then Harry came.



"Man that was hot!" Harry sighed lustily.

"Damn right," said Sam.

I suddenly grinned at all of them, turned to Martin and gave him a hug and
another kiss.

"Thanks Martin."

"What for?" the cutey asked.

"I've just lost my viriginity."  I knew by the feel on my face that I must
have been doing an excellent impression of the Cheshire cat.

"But I thought you'd had sex, I know you have cos I was there!" Martin
quizzed.

"Yeah, but I've always been the bottom before."

"Uh-oh Sam, he's gonna be wanting your butt now!" Harry joked.

I looked over at the men, Harry with a broad grin and Sam looking a tad
concerned.

"Sam, don't worry, as fantastic as that was, with you I will always be the
bottom.  I love the feel of your cock too much to waste it."

Sam walked over to me and stroked my face.

"Whatever you want is yours Andy," he said.  "As long as you're with me,
you'll be happy."



I looked up at the clock and was shocked to see it was after two thirty.
Harry noticed my stare as well.

"Jesus, if we don't hurry we'll be late for our reservation," he announced.
"You boys go get showered, and then put on decent clothes.  We're booked in
a five star restaurant."



Martin and I jumped off the bed and Martin led me by hand to a door which
opened into a shower room.

"Come on, let's shower together to make sure we get all the cum off us and
it will save time." Martin said.

Seeing nothing wrong with his logic, and being too sexually-sated to want
to start anything else, we showered quickly and got dressed into, as Harry
asked, decent clothes before joining the men in the office.

Harry had finished downloading the photos and promised that he would show
them to us once he'd edited them and put them in order.



With that agreed, we headed out of the building, into Harry's 4x4 Cherokee
and headed off into North London and the awaiting restaurant.



End of chapter.



Well I finally got this one finished.  Hope you all enjoyed it.  I promise
that I am not going to make you wait so long between chapters again. (Like
I've not broken that one numerous times before.)