Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2006 04:14:43 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: The House On Lora Avenue - Chapter 1

This is not my first writing attempt, although assuming that I manage to
finish it, it will be the first time that has actually happened.
Personally I think that I'm better at thinking out the rough elements of a
story rather than filling in the details.  So I would like to offer my
grateful thanks to my friend Mike for allowing me to bounce ideas off him
and providing many helpful suggestions as well as the encouragement that
has actually gotten me this far.

I would not like to thank the Village Inn, who so badly wrecked my
breakfast this morning.  I knew I should have stuck to Bloody Marys.

It may be difficult to imagine from this first part, but this is in fact
going to turn out to be a love story.  It does contain graphic depictions
of sex between young males and not necessarily always consensual, so if
you're some sort of puritan or prude, you ought not to be at this site to
begin with, and you certainly shouldn't read any farther into this text at
all.  Shoo, go away.

If you're not, which if you're now reading this sentence now, you had
better not be, I hope you'll enjoy this.  This story is set in a mythical
place along the coast of North Carolina, where there are no such things as
STDs or deity-of-your-choice forbid HIV or AIDS.  This should not in any
way be construed as advocating unsafe sex, incest or forcing one's self
upon another, although all these things are going to be portrayed in this
story.  It does sort of start out with a bang, but for the more
mild-mannered of you, have no fear it isn't going to be all sex, though
there will be a fair share of it going on.

Some assembly may be required, batteries are not included, use only under
close adult supervision.  Do not remove this tag under penalty of law.  Do
not modify or redistribute this text, or show it to any religious zealots
or anyone else who will be horribly offended by it without my express
written consent.


The House on Lora Avenue Chapter One

	"What the fuck are you doing?  Get offa me!"  Andrew had been
rudely awakened by the yank that pulled his boxers down to his knees.

	"Just shut up.  You better not wake anybody up."  Jamie whispered
as he pulled the younger boy's boxers farther down his legs.

	Jamie and his little brother Tim had found Andrew at the beach
trying to sell a stolen bicycle to get enough money to eat and had taken
him in.  Jamie had known then that he was going to take the boy but he
hadn't known at first whether the boy would be willing or if he would have
to force him.  It looked like it was going to be the latter option.  The
boy hadn't been very receptive to any of the subtle hints that he or his
little brother had dropped indicating that he would be open to joining in a
mutual jacking session.

	He thought Andrew was probably about fourteen, though he claimed he
was older.  He was taller than Jamie, standing at about 5'-7" compared to
Jamie's 5'-4".  Andrew had longish brown hair, streaked with natural blonde
highlights.  What parts of Andrew's body Jamie had seen so far were
completely smooth and hairless, aside from what was on his head.  He
wondered how much he was going to find in the boy's crotch when he rolled
him over onto his back.  He couldn't wait.  The boy had excited him since
he had first seen him.

	Jamie was sixteen, had light sandy brown hair, just like his little
brother Tim who was fifteen.  His build was slight, almost skinny while his
brother was naturally more buff.  Both had sparse hair on their legs and a
small patch of hair under their arms, which was the same sandy color as
their pubic hair.

	Jamie finished pulling Andrew's boxers off, leaving the boy totally
naked and laying on his stomach.  The room they all shared was on the front
of the house and from what he could see in the dim light coming in through
the window from the streetlight half a block down, it didn't look as if
there was any hair on his balls or in the crack of his ass.  Andrew started
to squirm, trying to turn over to get his boxers back from the older yet
slightly smaller teen.  "What the fuck are you doing?  I ain't no homo!"
Andrew said with his voice muffled by the pillow as Jamie pushed his head
down.

	"I thought I told you to shut up!"  Jamie hissed and slapped the
back of the boy's head.

	Then Jamie grabbed Andrew's legs and roughly flipped him over onto
his back.

        "Get off me!" he shouted, louder and more desperate now.

	If much more noise were made it would wake Tim, who was sleeping on
the bed next to them, or worse yet `Mama.'  The crazy old woman whose house
they were staying in liked to be called that by the boys.  It wasn't that
Tim would object, but Jamie wanted to finish getting his piece of Andrew
before Tim would take his turn, which Jamie knew he would surely want to
do.  The old woman was another story entirely though, if she knew what he
was up to she would probably throw him, if not all three of them back out
on the street, and Jamie liked having a roof over his head and a place to
shower.  A quick thought came to Jamie and he stuffed the boxers into
Andrew's mouth to keep him quiet.  At this time of night the only noises
they were used to hearing in the house was an occasional siren passing a
block or so away on the main street that ran down the beachfront.

	He lay down on top of the naked boy and whispered into his ear,
"This can be easy or rough, that part is up to you.  But this is going to
happen and it's going to happen right now, tonight."  Andrew could feel
Jamie's hard cock pressing into his stomach through the thin fabric of the
older boy's boxers.  He was terrified at the thought of what Jamie had in
mind to do to him.  He tried again to twist free, resulting in a hard
backhand slap across the side of his face.  Jamie had had the forethought
to have four short pieces of rope with loops already in them handy, and he
used two of these to bind Andrew's hands quickly above his head with his
arms stretched out.  Yep, there was definitely something to be said for
beds with a headboard.

	Jamie nuzzled his head down into Andrew's neck once the boy's arms
were secured and took in the smell of the soap and shampoo the boy had used
in the shower just a couple of hours before.  He whispered into Andrew's
ear "I really don't want to hurt you.  If you'll cooperate you might
actually enjoy this."  It was barely audible to Andrew over the pounding of
his own heart in is ears.

	Andrew didn't know what to think.  At this point he was almost
paralyzed with fear.

	Jamie got up on his knees, straddled Andrew and looked over the
boy's body.  He'd imagined Andrew's pubic hair fairly accurately.  It was
just a very small patch of dark brown above his cock, which was at this
point about 3½ inches long, and much to Andrew's dismay about half hard.
Jamie reached down with both hands and started to pinch Andrew's small dark
brown nipples.  Something about those small dots on boys' chests had always
had a fascination for him as long as he could remember.  As he continued to
pinch and caress Andrew's nipples, they became hard and the boy moaned
through the boxers in his mouth almost as if he were enjoying it.  Jamie
felt his own dick twitch as if reminding him that it wanted attention as he
played with the boy beneath him.

	Andrew looked up at the boy kneeling above him.  Despite the
muffled moans of apparent pleasure he was emitting, there was fear in his
eyes.  He didn't know how far the older boy planned to go with him but he
didn't think he was going to enjoy this.  Sure, he'd played with his
asshole before when he jacked off, even stuck his finger in part way, and
that had made his climax absolutely fantastic compared to when he just
stroked his dick, but that was different.  When he had done that he was in
control of the situation, and there certainly hadn't been anyone else
around.  Maybe he shouldn't have lied to the others about his age.  Perhaps
if Jamie knew he was two years younger he wouldn't be doing this.  His
first time having sex, and he was going to get fucked in the butt.  This
wasn't anything close to what he'd thought it would be like.  All he could
think was `God, why did I have to run away?  Were things really that bad at
home?'

	In fact all three of the boys were runaways, for the same basic
reasons.  They didn't appreciate the rules their parents had set down for
them, such as no drinking, no smoking dope and the curfews that in their
adolescent minds were completely unreasonable.  Of course it had not helped
either when Jamie and Tim's parents caught them in bed together in Tim's
bedroom.  There wasn't any way they could explain that away to their
perpetually drunken father.  The inconsistency of their father never being
seen without his trademark glass of cheap whiskey when he was at home when
he didn't want the boys to drink themselves was another thing they couldn't
get over.

	Jamie inched his way back, surveying his prize.  Andrew's dick was
still thickening up, and looked to be about three quarters hard at this
point.  Jamie reached down and fondled Andrew's balls.  Jamie let out his
own moan, `Mmmmmm...' as he felt the smooth hairless skin between his
fingers.  He knew he was going to enjoy this, and he really did hope that
Andrew would too.  He moved farther back, his butt now over Andrew's feet.
In two quick movements he changed position so that his knees were now
inside Andrew's legs as opposed to outside them.  This allowed him to
spread the boy's legs apart.  He looked into Andrew's crotch again.  The
boy's dick was starting to lift up, but at the moment was still draped over
his balls.  His balls were hanging low enough that they almost touched the
bed beneath him.  Jamie reached out and rubbed Andrew's dick.  "I'm really
going to enjoy this little buddy, and I really do hope you'll have some fun
too."

	Jamie leaned down and rubbed his face into Andrew's groin.  He
brushed his nose through the pubic hair and over the rapidly hardening
dick.  Andrew was trying his best not to get hard, but he wasn't able to
control the excitement emanating from his penis as Jamie's face rubbed over
it.  Then something happened that Andrew had least expected, Jamie opened
his mouth and started to lick.  First his shaft -- Damn!  Now there was no
way he wasn't going full on hard.  Then down to his balls.  Jamie
alternated between them with his tongue before sucking one, then both into
his mouth.  Jamie was really getting into what he was doing to Andrew.  He
knew from his experiences with his little brother, both on the giving and
receiving sides how much pleasure boys can get from having their balls
sucked on.  He thought he could hear more muffled moans coming from Andrew.
It seemed that he agreed too.

	Jamie released Andrew's balls from his mouth.  He held them up and
out of the way with one hand and started to probe into Andrew's crack with
his other hand and his tongue.  Andrew almost unconsciously spread his legs
further apart, allowing Jamie easier access to him.  Jamie was glad that
Andrew had showered before bed.  His groin smelled like a mixture of soap
and boy-musk.  He found the aroma intoxicating.  It was a thing he didn't
think he'd ever get enough of.

	Andrew still didn't know what to think.  Here he was, tied naked to
the bed and this boy who had befriended him was playing with his most
intimate parts with his fingers and tongue.  The one thing he knew for
sure, the hardness in his dick wasn't going way any time soon.  Then, as
suddenly as this whole episode had started, it stopped, and Jamie was gone.
He could see as Jamie left the room that his boxers were tented way out.
How big was Jamie's dick?  Surely it had to be bigger than his finger,
which was the only thing that had ever penetrated him before, and that had
only been a little bit.  It was undoubtedly much larger than his hole.

	He was out of the room for a few moments, and then returned
carrying a small packet.  Jamie pushed his boxers down off his hips, let
them drop to the floor and stepped out of them.  As he ripped the top off
the little package he quietly explained to Andrew, "It's lube.  It'll make
this go a lot easier."  Andrew's fright returned now, and even more
intensely.  In just a few moments he knew his body would be violated.  Once
again Jamie crawled up onto the bed between Andrew's legs.  Despite his
fear and trepidation, he was past the point of struggling to try to stop
what was happening to him.  After all, he was tied to the bed and so far
all the things that had been done to him had not been at all unpleasant.
Well, unless you counted having your underwear shoved into your mouth.

	Andrew finally had a view of Jamie's naked body.  The patch of hair
over his rigid pole looked as if it were smaller than his own.  Andrew
would later have plenty of opportunities to learn that the reason was that
Jamie trimmed his pubic hair.  Jamie's dick looked about the same size as
his own, perhaps a little longer at somewhere around six inches, and not
too thick.  Unlike Andrew though, Jamie was circumcised.

	What happened next was perhaps the biggest surprise of all so far
for young Andrew.  Instead of squeezing the lubricant out over his own
dick, he squeezed it out over Andrew's.  He rubbed the lube all up and down
Andrew's throbbing penis, and then began applying it to his own ass.
Andrew's mind was spinning...  Somewhere at the back of his head, a
stubbornly objective voice said, `I'm getting raped, but he's going to make
me fuck him?  How much more bizarre can this get?'

	Jamie moved up, straddling the middle of Andrew's body as he
continued to rub the lubricant into the younger boy's dick.  Andrew gasped
through the boxers that were still in his mouth as Jamie sat back and began
to rub the head of Andrew's dick across the rear entrance to his body.  He
could feel Andrew's pre-cum adding itself to the lube getting his asshole
ready.  He sat back and began to push down taking Andrew's penis into his
ass.  Andrew jumped as Jamie quickly sat all the way back down on him
trying to drive him all the way into himself in one quick movement.  His
dick slipped away from Jamie's hole though and just ended up pushed up
underneath Jamie, rubbing into his crack.  Jamie got back up and
repositioned himself, and once more started working Andrew's cock into his
hole.  He went slower this time, and as the head of Andrew's dick pushed
through the ring of his asshole he definitely heard the boy gasp through
the boxers in his mouth.  Jamie knew that now that he had the head of
Andrew's dick inside his anal ring he would be able to start moving a
little faster.

	Despite the rigidity of the boy's cock it still started to bend as
he moved too quickly to take it all inside him.  Three times -- he counted --
he had to ease up and let a little of the boy slip back out of him before
he continued on his mission to completely impale himself.  This was like
nothing Andrew had ever experienced before.  His senses were completely
reeling from all the new sensations he was experiencing.  The warmth and
tightness surrounding his dick was exhilarating and he knew it wasn't going
to be long before he lost it and shot his load.  Would Jamie keep him
inside when he came?  How would he warn Jamie before he was going to with
his underwear still gagging him?

	Jamie was moving up and down on top of him now.  Andrew began to
thrust up into Jamie as the boy moved above him.  His inexperience was
obvious to Jamie as he tried to get a rhythm going with the boy underneath
him, but Andrew's frantic thrusting made this difficult if not impossible.
Andrew lost himself in the feelings until he could feel the sperm rising in
his balls.  He blasted into Jamie at least five times, thrusting up as much
as his bonds and the boy's weight above him allowed him to move.  When he
was done he lay back exhausted.  Jamie eased himself off, grabbed a towel
from the floor and wiped off both their middles.

	Andrew thought it was over, but moments later he felt Jamie lifting
his legs.  Jamie placed them over his own shoulders and started rubbing the
cool slippery lubricant down into his crack and over his hole.  No one had
ever touched him there before, and he involuntarily flinched and clenched
his asshole shut as tightly as possible, despite the awesome sensations of
an anal massage.  Jaime leaned down over him, pushing his legs back further
as he did so and whispered, "Relax.  If you fight this it's going to hurt
you.  You don't want that do you?"  Being bent over with his legs over
Jamie's shoulders to the point that his knees were practically by his ears
certainly wasn't the most comfortable position.  In this position, Jamie's
dick rested in his crack and Andrew could feel the slick wetness of pre-cum
leaking from the other boy.

	Andrew shook his head no.  That wasn't the only thing he didn't
want, but somewhere in the back of his mind he was curious.  When he'd had
his dick in Jamie it felt pretty good, amazingly good in fact.  What was
this going to feel like?

	Jamie backed off of him and started to rub the lubricant into
Jamie's butt crack some more.  As his fingers started to probe Andrew's
hole, his other hand started rubbing the lube over his own penis.  He
slipped a second finger into Andrew, working them around to open the
younger boy up, getting him ready.  He really didn't want to hurt the boy,
but he did want to take his sweet little cherry.  It was something he was
going to have.  The fear in Andrew's eyes was back.  He leaned forward over
the boy again, but did not remove the fingers that were moving in and out
of the boy's hole.  "Just relax baby, you're going to enjoy this, trust
me," he whispered into Andrew's ear.

	As he moved up bringing the head of his penis into contact with
Andrew's hole he encouraged the boy to push back against him.  "Act like
you're trying to take a really big dump."  He pressed in and Andrew did as
he was told.  As he slid inside he thought back to the first time he had
taken his little brother.  It was as much Tim's as Andrew's face he was
seeing as he looked down at the boy.  Andrew had his eyes closed, and there
was a look of concentration on his face.  "You okay?" he asked.  Andrew
opened his eyes and nodded his head to indicate that he was.  The fear in
his eyes was gone.  A couple of houses down a dog barking broke through the
otherwise silent night air.  Could the animal somehow sense what was
happening Andrew wondered?  Could the animal somehow know that two houses
down there was a boy being violated for the very first time?

	Andrew finally felt Jamie's pubic hair brush up against his balls.
The boy was all the way inside him now.  It really didn't hurt as badly as
he thought it would have, then something inside him made him jump.  Jamie
had found his prostate.  Jamie saw that he had found what he was looking
for and held that position for a few moments just slightly moving his dick
inside Andrew, massaging his prostate with it, watching the ecstasy on his
trophy's face as he introducing him to just how great it could feel.  Jamie
studied the body of the boy under him as he did this.  Damn, the kid was
going full on hard again!  "You're enjoying this aren't you Andrew?  Your
dick sure is anyway," he couldn't resist pointing it out.  Andrew nodded
his head affirmatively in reply.

	"Get ready, the real ride is just getting ready to start" Jamie
told him.  As soon as he finished saying this he drew his dick back until
just the head was left inside Andrew's sphincter, then thrust his way
roughly back in.  This not only took Andrew by surprise, but the savageness
of the thrust also hurt him.  He tried to cry out, but the underwear in his
mouth kept him from being able to.  As Jamie continued to fuck him
vigorously, the painfulness changed to pure pleasure.  It seemed to go on
forever, which at this point was perfectly fine with both the boys.  In
truth it was about ten minutes that Jamie plunged his dick in and out of
Andrew before he felt the orgasm building up in his balls.  He momentarily
slowed his thrusting as he looked down at the sweating boy under him, again
picturing Tim when he was in this position, though Tim didn't like to be
taken from the front.  Jamie preferred this position because he knew that
it allowed him deeper penetration into a boy.  Tim always complained that
being bent double like that caused his back and hips too much soreness.

	Jamie buried himself again balls deep into Andrew's cute little
ass, and this time Andrew felt a powerful blast of something hot and wet
entering his body.  He knew that he had just taken the first shot of
Jamie's load.  He had wondered if he would be able to feel the sperm
shooting inside him when the older boy came, now he knew the answer.  The
next three shots to leave Jamie's dick felt just as powerful to Andrew.  He
was awestruck by the expression of ecstasy on the face of the boy above
him.  A strange new scent filled his nostrils, and pungent sort of musky
smell that he had never experienced before.  `Sex,' he thought to himself.
`This must be what sex smells like.'

	Jamie collapsed on top of him, allowing Andrew's legs to slip off
his shoulders when he had finished, but stayed inside the boy until his
penis was flaccid and came out of its own accord.  He pulled Andrew's
underwear out of his mouth and kissed him.  As his tongue brushed against
Andrew's lips, the boy opened his mouth and allowed his tongue inside.
After a long, passionate kiss which they both enjoyed, Jamie rolled off the
top of him and a few minutes later they were both back to sleep, Andrew's
hands still tied securely to the headboard of the bed.

* * *

Okay, that's it for chapter one.  Chapter two will continue where this left
off...  It may be short, so be prepared for that if it is. We'll just see
how it comes about in the canyons of my mind.  Comments and feedback are
welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to answer e-mails sent to me,
but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it
might take a while and I don't promise to answer everyone), flamers will be
ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the
result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from
me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me.  I think I've even seen her
watching me through her rear window with binoculars as I sit on my deck in
my boxers writing this.  Wow, that thought makes me a bit uncomfortable.