Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 21:15:51 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jack Jackson <jjack91@ymail.com>
Subject: Taylors Troubles Chapter 2

Hi! Thanks for all the fantastic feedback. I'm glad those of you that
enjoyed it, did. Sorry to those to whom it wasn't their cup of tea. Each to
their own. As promised here is Part 2. Enjoy!

The usual disclaimers apply, if you shouldn't be reading this... don't. If
you're underage... don't be lol. And remember... writing about murders
doesn't make you a murderer.

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Part 2

Chapter 6 -- The Hot Tub and Beyond...

The move had gone well. The boys and their dad had flown over and stayed in
a nice hotel on the beach while their items had been shipped across the
land. Tom, wanting the house to be a family effort asked for their items to
be left in the truck unpacked so that they could do it together as a team.

Although they had seen photos of the house, they hadn't really done it
justice. As the family's new Escalade pulled into the private gated
driveway the boys got out of the car and stood gasping in awe. It was like
a crib out of the show The O.C. and all three were amazed that they had
come from a small suburban Ohio house to this kind of palace.

Their first instruction was to run upstairs and pick their bedrooms. Taylor
flew up the curving flight of marble stairs. In front of him was a set of
white double doors. He opened them carefully and poked his head inside. The
room was huge! It had walk in closets, a massive bathroom with a hot tub
and a balcony with sun-loungers. This was the perfect room for his dad
thought the kind-hearted almost 11 year old blonde boy. As he left the room
the other two had only just reached the top of the stairs.

	"This one's dads" claimed Taylor.

The others accepted that it did seem the perfect room for him. There were
then three rooms to the left and three to the right. They went to the left
first. Sam picked the first room, the one on the left overlooking the
driveway and the neighbour's tennis court. Conveniently for his choosing,
two scantily clad teen girls were currently undergoing a sweaty game of
tennis, leaving no question as to why the eighteen year old adolescent had
picked that particular room. The room opposite was an identical copy of
Sam's, the one to which it faced, only differing in the view. There was no
balcony but the large French windows looked down on the pool and the
impressive garden below. The room at the end of the corridor was huge.
Almost as large as Tom's new room it had a raised section of flooring
(where the bed was to go) and another walk in closet. The room had been
painted baby pink and had white fluffy carpeting. Taylor loved it but new
he was not going to get the biggest room of the three boys, being the
youngest. Jamie seeing the look on Taylor's face bent down and kissed his
little brother on the cheek.

	"Go on you little princess, it's too big for me, and you deserve it
kiddo." He said to the small boy.

Taylor gasped and threw his arms around his biggest brother.

	"AS IF JAMIE!!!!! Thanks soooooo much I love you loads, but are you
sure?" Taylor asked surprised out of his skin.

	"Yeah I actually liked the other room better, it looks like it's
got the best acoustics of the house. This one would just piss everyone off
listening to my bass all day." Jamie replied.

The boys then wandered down to the other end of the corridor. It turned out
the three rooms here were actually two big rooms and a storage room. The
room overlooking the garden had direct access to the storage room. Jamie
changed his mind and `shot-gunned' this room. With all his musical
equipment this room was perfect for him.

The family had soon got everything unpacked and inside the house. Within a
couple of days the house was beginning to look like they had lived their
all along. The neighbours had been round and introduced themselves, much to
Sam's delight bringing their daughters with them.

The garden featured a twenty meter heated infinity pool, and the twelve
person hot tub flowing into it, was the boys' favorite part of the house by
miles. For the first few days they hardly left it. Taylor, having barely
swum before was a bit nervous about going in, but loved the hot tub and the
feeling it gave him inside his shorts. One night he went out into the
garden while the others were inside playing PS3 and got in the hot tub.
Within minutes he was rock hard and taking his chances, yanked down his
shorts to his ankles. Sinking down in the tub so that his movements above
the waterline were minimal he gently began jacking off, using the bubbles
on his butt as extra stimulation. The ten year old boy closed his eyes and
began thinking of his idol Zac Efron, imagining him there in the hot tub
with him. As he came close he started moaning gently, lost in the world of
imaginative teen -- preteen love making. As the vision of the smooth teen
spunking all over Taylor's chest hit him, he shook and orgasmed, heightened
by the moving water massaging his tiny ball sack.

	"Having fun tiger?" Sam chuckled as he interrupted his little
brother's happy ending.

Taylor sat bolt upright and grabbed for his shorts at his ankles. Where
were they? They had come off during his excitement and floated to the
surface leaving Sam able to steal them much to Taylor's humiliation.

	"Looking for these?" Sam asked dangling the small Abercrombie
shorts on his index finger.

Taylor said nothing and sat still blushing.

	"Ya not even gonna fight me for them squirt?" Sam asked teasing the
small boy.

Taylor dipped his head and shook it gently. His brothers never picked on
him but when they did, he had a unique way of ending it fast. Why fight and
lose when you can just look really sad and pathetic, he thought.

Noticing Taylor's expression Sam felt a bit guilty. He always seemed to
take things a bit too far with Taylor, he wasn't much of a character to
joke around with.

	"Aww I was just messing with you dude, come on lets put these back
on." And gently he lifted the naked ten year old boy from the hot tub and
sat him on the nearest sun-lounger.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the bare preteen, for some reason
making a mental note how much the boy's dick had grown recently, not in a
sexual way just a big brotherly proud way. Although he had been given his
shorts back, Taylor decided to leave them off and enjoy the rub down he was
getting from his big brother with the fluffy white towel.

When Sam was done drying the small boy he removed the towel noticing the
rock hard erection the boy now had.

	"Well I'm glad someone enjoyed it" joked Sam.

Taylor blushed and giggled.

	"Dick!" exclaimed Taylor, his favorite insult word.

	"So it would seem," Sam shot back, winking.

With that Sam got up and ran to the main pool producing an almighty splash
as he bombed into the water. When he surfaced he turned and faced the boy.

	"Come on stud get your pale lil white ass in here."

	"Umm okay," Taylor hesitated, still not really a fan of being in
the pool as he wasn't the best swimmer.

He climbed down the steps into the shallow end, glad to be covered again by
at least the water. Gently he doggy paddled over to his brother, putting
his arms on the teen's shoulders when he got to him.

	"You're getting good bro." Sam said making his little naked brother
puff out his chest in pride.

Taylor's hard on was pressed against the eighteen year old's naked six
pack. Even though the teen was straight, he accepted that his little
brother was gay, and never made him feel bad about it. In situations like
this he simply thought of it as innocent and didn't really care that a
boy's erection was pressed against him. Taylor looked down in admiration of
the smooth six-pack he was currently latched onto. Sam noticing Taylor's
interest flexed his muscles in appreciation. As he did so they moved gently
against the ten year old boy's uncut erection. Taylor closed his eyes and
groaned in pleasure from the stimulation and overall kinkiness of the
situation. Thinking it was going a bit far, Sam lifted the boy in the air
and threw him playfully into the water a few meters away, and then
remembering the boy wasn't a very good swimmer quickly grabbed hold of him
again. The boy came up spluttering and coughing but smiled and giggled when
he had got his breath back.

	"Again?" Taylor asked innocently.

Sam put his hands out into a cradle and Taylor put his tiny little boy feet
into them. Using his hands on the teen's shoulders as support he stood
up. His erection became the perfect level for Sam's mouth and feeling
cheeky and daring; Taylor pushed his dick up against the eighteen year olds
lips. Sam being a bit surprised threw the boy immediately; a bit too far
and the boy hit the tiled edge of the pool as he flew through the air. He
screamed in pain and then sunk under water. Sam panicked and hurled himself
over to the boy. Grabbing the boy under the armpits he dragged the boy out
of the water and onto the poolside floor. He was crying and moving, a good
sign considering the circumstances. Thinking he was going to be in so much
shit, he tried comforting the boy as much as he could. Regardless of the
fact he had just launched his brother into a concrete wall and then drowned
him, Sam was surprised when Taylor wrapped his arms around him and snuggled
into him.

	"I'm sorry" they both whispered at the same time.

They sat cuddling for a few minutes until Taylor started shivering. He
picked the boy up and wrapped the towel around them both. He took the small
boy to his bedroom, and dumped him down on the teen's bed. Slowly and
gently he rubbed the boy dry checking for any cuts and bruises. The boy
seemed okay with just a little graze on his back from the impact. Taylor
was still whimpering slightly but the gentle rubbing of his naked body was
helping. Sam stopped to take off his dripping wet shorts. When he turned
back to Taylor he was completely naked. By the time he had fully dried
himself, the ten year old before him was fast asleep on his back, naked as
the day he was born, erection pointing north. Looking at the boy he
noticed, apart from the genitals, how girly Taylor looked. His blonde hair
was emo length, but splayed across his face at the moment. His chest was
smooth and soft with tiny nipples, and his legs were tanned and silky, with
tiny little feet at the bottom. For some reason, unknown to himself, Sam
reached out and began stroking the girlish legs. Unconsciously in his sleep
Taylor felt the soft caressing and rolled over in his sleep, now lying on
his stomach with his little legs slightly splayed. Sam gasped at the view
before him. The way the boy was laying he could actually be completely
mistaken for a small girl. Without a single hair on the boy's body, Sam was
reminded of the little girl he sometimes fantasised about. He had seen her
at Taylor's last school, in a short little dress possibly about twelve
years old. She had bent over and her little dress had betrayed her lifting
up showing her lacy underwear underneath. Since then he fantasised about
ripping off those panties and pushing his eighteen year old cock inside
her.

Now here before him lay a body almost eleven years old, dimly lit; in his
head it was the girl. His seven inches of uncut meat was throbbing and
following his hormones, climbed up on the sleeping body. Gently he lowered
himself down and slid his cock between the smooth legs. His seven inches
pressed up against the soft cheeks and he began thrusting gently between
them. As he humped away Taylor began to stir, and as he came round realised
someone was trying to have sex with him. His head spun round and noted it
was Sam his eighteen year old brother; eyes closed mouth wide open
thrusting against him. Enjoying the attention he was getting, Taylor
squeezed his legs tightly creating even more pleasure for his big
brother. Sam opened his eyes and found his little brother twisted round and
staring back at him. Being completely lost in the lust he flipped his
little brother over onto his back. He rammed his pole back between Taylor's
soft little legs and smiled at the cute boy below. Taylor now being on his
back began jacking off furiously to the sexiest moment of his young life so
far. As Sam's balls began to tighten he thought of a better place to
cum. Pulling his dick out of Taylor's thighs he climbed above the boy and
pointed his dick at the ten year old boy's little red lips. Taylor
hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should let his own brother put
his dick in his mouth, but being lost with lust he accepted and three of
the seven inches was pushed into his mouth. When it hit the back of his
throat the small boy gagged and gave a pained expression to his
brother. Sam, remembering he was actually with a ten year old went easy and
only rocked some of his dick in and out of the tiny mouth. But as the lust
got more and more and the ten year old began to get better at taking it,
four then five inches disappeared into the boy's little mouth. The sight
was too much for the horny teen and he began blasting shot after shot in
and around Taylor's lips. Taylor, about to choke, swallowed everything he
could, the rest hitting him all over the face. His fantasy of cum shooting
all over him coming true, he also came instantly, although being ten years
old it was dry.

When their lust had subsided, Sam looked upon the small boy's cum covered
face with guilt. He took his underwear and gently wiped the drying cum off
his face. When Taylor smiled up at him, he thought maybe it would just be
okay.


Chapter 7 -- First Day of School

Taylor's first day of school had arrived far too quickly for his liking. He
was now eleven years old having celebrated his birthday the week
before. His party had been small. Tom had offered to fly Jessie and the
Ohio neighbours over but Taylor had declined. He spent much of the day in
his bedroom, feeling a bit lonely for his liking. Tom and the older boys
had tried desperately to at least take him to the movies or something but
he was content just to sit at home and snuggle in front of a DVD.

On the morning of his first day he nervously sat in the car while Tom drove
him towards the next few years of his life. His new school was situated
downtown and went from age eleven to eighteen. When Tom pulled up outside,
Taylor gasped in horror. His Ohio school had been tiny compared to this. It
was huge and seemed to go on for miles.

	"You'll be fine kiddo," Tom spoke noticing his youngest son's
apprehension.

Taking a deep breath, Taylor kissed his dad and stepped out of the
car. He'd picked a nice new Abercrombie & Fitch outfit with some skinny
jeans for his first appearance. The last week or so he'd been going over in
his mind whether or not to just admit his sexuality straight away and get
it over with or try and hide it for a bit. On one hand LA seemed to be more
accepting of such things than Ohio, but on the other hand, if it went wrong
he was stuck in a brand new school for seven more years. As he went through
the main entrance he was greeted by a sign saying "New students meet
here". So, following the sign he entered a large room and was met by about
a hundred other nervous looking eleven and twelve year olds. Soon some
older boys came into the room and began shouting out numbers and
letters. When he heard "Fifth G" hollered out he made his way to the
prefect. He was a good looking teen, with long surfer hair across his face
and wearing a pink Hollister t-shirt and Hawaiian shorts. When about thirty
other kids had joined him at the teen they wandered over to their new
classroom. On each desk was a little card with each child's name. Taylor
found his name and sat down. He was about three rows from the back in the
middle of the room. Glancing at the card on the desk next to him he read
the name "Mawi". Drifting off into a little dream world Taylor imagined
Mawi to be an exotic maybe Hawaiian boy with golden brown skin and dark
eyes.

The scraping noise of a chair being dragged backwards quickly disturbed him
and he spun around to allow his eyes to fall on the real Mawi. He couldn't
have been more mistaken. Mawi was an overweight and ugly boy, of Asian
descent, scoffing his face with a Big Mac. He stank of body odour and was
quite repulsive to the clean, looked after boy that was Taylor. When Taylor
said hi, the boy just grunted at him and dove back on his burger, dropping
cheese and salad all over the desk. Taylor sat repulsed. Mawi must have
taken Taylor's staring as he wanted some food and begrudgingly offered him
some of the half mauled burger.

	"No... thanks... I don't eat trash." Taylor responded trying hard
not to fall off his chair as he leant backwards to escape the dripping meat
in front of him.

	"Fucking queer." Was all the Asian boy responded.

Well that was a great start Taylor thought, five minutes in and someone's
already identified his sexuality just due to him not wanting fatty foods
and wearing skinny girls jeans. As he sat there embarrassed and
contemplating his next move, what he saw next changed his life.


Chapter 8 -- The Boy

The door opened and in came a group of five boys. The leader was the
absolute most breath taking boy that ever lived. He was tall with blonde
spiky hair gelled up into a perfect style. He had blue eyes to die for, and
was wearing a red and blue soccer outfit. The shorts were silky and
contrasted against his tanned legs which were coated in a layer of tiny
blonde hairs. As he entered the room he bounced the soccer ball in his hand
on the ground as he walked, looking back at the rest of the group laughing
along to their jokes.

Taylor sat, mouth wide open staring at the sight slowly marching past
him. It was like in slow motion the boy turned to face him and in
adolescent boy fashion, nodded his head upwards and smiled at the
bewildered eleven year old. Taylor turned the brightest shade of red and he
looked away immediately dropping his head to stare at the wooden desk in
front of him. The boy was an Adonis. He looked carved from platinum, and
walked like he knew it too.

Shortly following the sporty gods came Mr Andrews, their assigned class
teacher for most of their Sixth Grade Education. As he entered the room,
the nervous banter of new students came to an abrupt silence, giving Mr
Andrews a little smirk on his face.

	"Boys and girls, welcome to you're first year of the rest of your
lives." He announced. "Today you will get to know your school, fellow
students, and the evil that is the Staff Faculty. I'm aware you have all
come from different backgrounds, even from other sides of the country," he
said looking directly at Taylor. Wow this guy had done his homework thought
the nervous boy.

	"I will be your class teacher for the year, but do not fear, other
teachers will be taking you in more specialist subjects as I am, although
this may surprise some of you, not completely perfect, just very close. And
now that I have made myself sound like an absolute prat, I'm going to shut
up and let you get on with meeting each other." He concluded changing out
of this booming headmaster like voice into a normal, fresh out of college,
new teacher voice.

The small boys and girls went back to their nervous chattering. After a few
minutes of Mr Andrews noticing the ice wasn't exactly getting broken in
yet, he decided to pump things up a bit.

       "Right starting with the front I want you to come up and tell me
five things about each of you." Taylor dreaded moments like this, in his
last school he had been quite shy except when he had his Jessie with him to
boost his confidence. Before he knew it, it was his turn to take the
stand. As gracefully as he could he walked to the front of the class and
turned. Immediately his eyes went straight to the blonde soccer boy at the
back of the class, and he froze.

	"Taylor? As much as you seem to be flowing with things to talk
about, how about just the five for now," Mr Andrews sarcastically joked.

Looking at the teacher was easier.

	"Ummm well I'm Taylor, I just turned 11, and that's boring stuff
sorry. I guess I like shopping and clothes most, I like dancing and wanna
be a professional backing dance when I grow up, I love hangin' with my
brothers and I just moved from a creepy lil town in Ohio coz my best friend
turned out to be a complete bitch." Taylor spoke quickly, completely
shocked by what just came out of his own mouth, and how gay he had just
sounded. Suddenly he was interrupted by Mawi, the burger boy from his seat.

	"You're disgusting are you gay or something you sick fag?" hollered
the pleased with himself fat kid, still with a bit of relish on one of his
many chins. Out of nowhere Taylor went for it and boy did he go for it
good.

	"Aww sweetheart you seem such an observant `little' boy!
Congratulations on winning the award for world's most clever detective,
NASA must be in tears knowing that they don't have you on their team. I'm
so sorry to break your little cholesterol packed heart though and tell you
that, you are so far from the type of boy I'd go for I'd rather be with
you're next three meals than a little tubster like you. But hey... thanks
for taking such an interest in me `supersize fries'." And he finished with
a wink at the shocked boy.

The class was silent. Then, almost as if God was speaking himself, the
blonde stunner at the back of the class stood up and pointed at Taylor
saying,

	"Taylor you legend!" and laughed at the horrible fat boy sat on his
own, still in shock from the come back. He even finished by throwing his
soccerball at the milkshake on the obese boys desk, knocking it all over
the boy's over-stretched clothes.

Mr Andrews was completely at a loss as to what just happened. Whilst it had
been bad for the boy to throw his football at the already incredibly
annoying Mawi boy, deep down being secretly gay himself, he was quietly
applauding Taylor for being so brave at the incredible rudeness and initial
victimisation from Mawi.

Taylor, happy that he had not let the stupid boy get the better of him,
ecstatic that the gorgeous boy had stood up for him, and quite shocked that
so much had happened so far in the first hour of his day, returned back to
his seat and completely ignored the fat boy sat next to him.

When it was the blonde boys turn to go up Taylor smiled shyly as he walked
past.

	"Alrite lads? I'm Jack and this may surprise you but I like
soccer. I'm half British but I've lived here all my life so that's why I
don't have the accent. I listen to Lil Wayne and sh.. like that and oh yeh,
I'm single." He finished with a wink. Jack and his soccer friends burst out
laughing as he wandered back to his desk. Taylor wasn't sure if he was
being arrogant or just having a laugh. Either way Taylor knew one
thing... he was completely in love!

After the last kid had been up to talk the chatter got a bit louder, and
everyone seemed a bit more relaxed. Soon he heard a girl holler his
name. He looked around and the girl that had introduced herself as Maddy
was waving him over. Seeing the empty seat next to her he quickly left the
disgusting boy next to him and went over to her.

	"Oh my god that was fuckin' awesome Taylor, I think I'm in love
with you," said Maddy jokingly.

Maddy was a pretty girl, with an Amy Winehouse style beehive haircut and
Katy Perry style clothing, finished off with some Paris Hilton-esque
sunglasses. Taylor liked her straight away, and was glad that she seemed
less of the boy-hungry bitch that Jess had turned out to be.

As they got chatting they found out their interests were almost identical.
By the time they had finished half the class had left to go to lunch. They
ran down to the canteen to see the selection of culinary delights that were
most likely not available in such an establishment. When they went to sit
down with their pasta and tomato sauce Taylor froze. Not only was Jack
waving him over, he had saved a seat for him too...

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End of Part 2

Thank you for reading, sorry it seems to be more narrative than sexual. I
just wanted to write a story with a background rather than just a
'sexipisode'

Part 3 however will see Taylor expand his gay lifestyle with partners and
experiences in his 11th year of life.

Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions and criticisms by
email. I'd love to get to know some of you other readers. Email is
JJACK91@YMAIL.COM (yahoo)