Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 12:49:35 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: The House on Lora Avenue - Chapter Eleven This is not my first writing attempt, although assuming that I manage to finish it -- which I have full intentions of doing (and you must admit, it's looking better all the time that I will), 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 continuing to allow 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 also like to gratefully thank all the readers who have written with comments. I really appreciate having heard from all of you. It should be easy to figure out by this point that has turned into a love story. It has, does and will 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. Not only does the place where this is set not exist, but I suppose I should point out that neither do any of the characters. They are all completely made up and bear no intentional resemblance to anyone, living or dead (well actually the crazy old lady, `Mama' is loosely based on an old woman I once knew -- but the only strays she took in were cats). 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 sort of started 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. If swallowed, do not induce vomiting. Some settling may occur in shipment. List each check separately by bank number. Use only as directed. No other warranty expressed or implied. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Postage is due upon receipt. This is not an offer to sell securities. 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 Eleven The boys got back to Lora Avenue and went into the house. They hurried through the living room, and into their bedroom. `Mama' was sitting up in the living room as they passed through. The three boys who had been staying there hoped she would just keep her mouth shut, but they weren't that lucky. As they went through, she had a surprisingly lucid moment and wanted to know who Ben was. Jamie stayed behind and told her patiently that he was a `friend' of Tim's and that he wasn't staying the night, so it shouldn't concern her. Oddly, the cranky old bitch accepted that. When the boys all got to the bedroom, they sat on the beds and looked at each other. Tim finally asked Ben about what had happened. "So, you owe me, no, us an explanation of what happened back there." "Yeah," Andrew piped up. "What was that flash and noise?" Ben was thinking that Andrew owed more of an explanation than he did, but he kept his mouth shut. He knew that smell when he had come into the clearing and there hadn't been time enough for Kyle to have produced it. Kyle had barely penetrated Andrew before Ben had got to him, knocked him out and pushed him off of Andrew. "Okay," Ben said. "It was this..." He reached into the pocket of his shorts and came out with a tiny, palm sized gun. "It's a `Derringer'" he told them. The little gun was only about 2½" long, and bright silver with a wood grip. "I took it off a drunken trick I did one night. Thought it might be useful. And hey! It was, yeah?" Tim reached out to take it from him, but Ben snatched it back. Tim told him, "Okay, okay! I just don't want it going off again, so put it away." Ben obliged him and returned the little gun to the pocket of his shorts. "I knew I had to get Kyle away from Andrew," Ben explained. "I just didn't know exactly how I was going to do it. I finally figured out after a few seconds that I just needed to hit him with something. No rocks there. The gun was the only something I had." "So you shot him?" Andrew asked. "No, dude," Ben told them. "Maybe I should have, but I just hit him with it and it went off. I didn't even realize that I had a finger on one of the triggers." "Well, if anything goes off in my bed tonight, it ain't gonna be that," Tim said. "I want it out of the bed." Ben satisfied Tim's request by standing up and dropping not only his shorts, but his underwear to the floor. His shorts hit the floor with a noticeable thud. Ben also removed his shirt, and rotated sexily saying "Nothing is hidden now, Sweetness." Ben climbed back onto the bed with Tim, but they didn't cover up. Ben wanted Tim to get naked too, and told him so. Tim was happy to oblige. Jamie and Andrew took their cues from the other two boys and also stripped off their clothes and lay together in bed, naked. As they lay there, Andrew was running the fingers of one hand over Jamie's trimmed pubic hair. The other hand was running over his own shaved pubic region. This gave him an idea... "Jamie?" he asked. "Yeah, what little buddy?" Jamie had no idea what was coming. "I was just thinking, you like me being shaved, right?" "Yeah, so?" "Well, what if I wanted to shave you too? I mean, you're already pretty well trimmed, so it shouldn't be that much different for you..." Jamie stared at his insatiable little friend. "That would be okay. I guess anyway..." "You'll like how it feels, I do." Andrew really did enjoy the smooth feeling that his shaved pubes gave him. He was desperate to shave his boyfriend's too. Jamie thought about it a while, absently cupping and fondling Andrew's bare testicles. He grinned and agreed. He and Andrew walked off down the hall to the bathroom to shave off the remaining hair that Jamie had between his legs. Jamie was excited enough to fail to notice the smell of sex that Andrew had on him. The same smell that Ben had noticed in the clearing. His mind was focused on the thought of his young lover wanting to shave him. Andrew just wanted Jamie to get into the shower with him so he could shave of the older boy's pubic hair there. It was so there would be less mess involved, he assured Jamie. Ben had decided that it would probably be a bad idea to bring up the fact that he knew that Andrew and the boy from the hotel had been having sex in the clearing in the park before he and Tim had got there, so he kept his mouth shut about that. Tim likewise hadn't realized it, and Ben thought it would be better to keep it that way. * * * Kyle regained consciousness in the little clearing... His head was aching, and his ears were ringing. He rubbed the back of his neck, and slowly rose to his feet. The last thing he remembered, he was about to fuck Andrew silly. Then there had been blackness. What had happened? He realized he was still naked. He moved slowly to the edge of the clearing to look for his clothes in the trees where he had left them. He was relieved to find them still lying where he had shed them earlier. He got dressed and made his way back up the beach toward where he had left Adam's car. When Kyle got back to Adam's house, Adam was waiting for him and was seriously pissed. "What the fuck did you think you were doing?" "What?" Adam couldn't possibly have found out what he had tried. "Do you have any idea how badly you might have fucked things up, just because you're thinking with your dick instead of your brain?" Maybe Adam had found out what he had been up to. "I really don't know what you mean," Kyle lied. "You know exactly what I mean! That kid you tried to rape tonight is going to be a big money maker for me, and your goddamn raging hormones nearly frightened him off. Your thinking with your dick nearly cost me fantastic footage of him and his buddies." "How did you...?" Kyle started to ask. "Don't worry about how I found out. What's important is that I did find out, and I can un-fuck what you did." "Look, Adam. I didn't think..." Kyle started. "You're damn right you didn't think!" Adam cut him off. Kyle was starting to get worried. He had never seen Adam this upset before. "Look, dude, it wasn't anything like you're thinking." "What, you didn't stalk the kid and try to force-fuck him? Because that's what I'm thinking." "Look, I was just trying to get him ready to do it with me on camera." Maybe this will calm Adam down a little, Kyle thought. "No, you were just trying to get your rocks off. I've known you way too long, Kyle. You're nothing but a sack of hormones with legs. After this stunt, you've outlived your usefulness to me. You need to pack up your things and hit the road." "What, in the middle of the night? You can't do that to me, I don't have any place I can go tonight." Now Kyle was getting desperate. He really didn't want to get thrown out of Adam's house, for he had really enjoyed the cushy lifestyle he had become accustomed to here. "You should have thought about that before you decided to cheat on me by pulling a rape." "Just let me stay the night, Adam. Please?" Kyle's desperation was showing, and Adam was beginning to get off on it. Should he let Kyle's sad, puppy-dog eyes win him over? He stretched out the moment ruthlessly. "Okay," he finally said, "but you're on the couch, and first thing in the morning you're out of here." "Thanks..." Kyle moved forward as if to hug Adam, but he was pushed away. Adam walked to his bedroom, shut and locked the door, then undressed for bed. * * * Ben and Tim lay in bed together cuddling. Ben ran his hands over Tim's chest and stomach, then slowly moved lower -- first running his fingers through Tim's pubic hair, and then across his semi-flaccid cock, finally moving down to fondle his balls. Tim just lay back, enjoying Ben's exploration of his body. Ben moved his head over Tim's body and licked, then gently bit at Tim's nipples. Tim moaned quietly, enjoying the sensations Ben was sending through his body. "Oh, yeah Benji, I love what you're doing to me." Ben moved his head down, and stuck his tongue into Tim's navel. Tim involuntarily arched his back driving his torso up into Ben's face. Ben lifted his head and said, "Whoa Sweetness, don't get too excited, I want this to last for a while." Then he lowered his head back down and took the head of Tim's almost hard dick into his mouth. Ben used one hand to massage Tim's nipples and the other to fondle his balls as he sucked Tim's cock deep into his mouth. Once again, Tim involuntarily thrust his pelvis up, driving his dick deep into Ben's throat. `It's a good thing I don't gag,' Ben thought to himself and dove down even deeper onto Tim's thrusting meat. He worked his hand lower from Tim's balls, down into his crack, and with his index finger he found Tim's hole. He slowly began to insert the finger and Tim spread his legs wider, allowing him easier access. Ben stayed down on Tim's dick, and had penetrated Tim up to the second knuckle when he felt the dick in his mouth began to swell even larger. He backed off just a little as it started to pump Tim's load of sperm into his mouth. Ben swallowed it all, not even allowing the slightest bit to leak out. When he was sure that Tim's load was spent, Ben moved back up and kissed Tim deeply. As their tongues meshed, Tim could taste the remnants of his cum in Ben's mouth. * * * Jamie and Andrew padded down the hall, holding hands as they went, unconcerned for the moment that Mama might come out of her room and see them walking naked around the house. When they entered the bathroom, Jamie shut and locked the door. When he turned around, Andrew was standing with the shaving foam in one hand and the razor in the other, grinning widely and with a very stiff dick between his legs. Jamie ran his fingers over the stubble above the boy's penis. "You could use a touch up too, you know." Andrew squirted some of the foam onto his fingers and rubbed it into Jamie's pubic hair as his friend stood before him in the tub. Andrew got down on his knees and began to run the razor across Jamie's crotch. In a few moments, the boy standing before him was as smooth as a baby's bottom. They changed positions and then Jamie freshened Andrew's shave. When they were done with the razor, Jamie turned on the water and the boys washed off. As they washed, Andrew ended up behind Jamie and he pressed his hard dick into Jamie's back as he wrapped his arms around his lover. Jamie leaned forward, wanting to take the boy's dick in his ass, but their sexual encounter was interrupted by a rattling of the doorknob and a fierce pounding on the door. "Hurry up in there," Mama yelled from out in the hall. "I need to pee!" The boys turned off the water and quickly dried themselves off. They wrapped towels around their waists, and opened the door. When they saw Mama standing there in the hallway, they were both glad that her knocking on the door had killed their erections when she looked them over from head to toe. "Why are you boys in there together?" she asked them. "Just saving some water, Mama," Jamie told her as Andrew blushed as deeply as he had ever done. They walked back down the hall to their room as the crazy old woman entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to answer all 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 more and more uncomfortable.