Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 20:39:32 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: The House on Lora Avenue - Chapter Seven This is not my first writing attempt, although assuming that I manage to finish it -- which I have full intentions of doing, 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. It better be easier to figure out in this chapter that this is turning into a love story. It does contain graphic depictions of sex between young males and not necessarily always consensual (though I think that part's over now), 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. Today's installment is brought to you by the letter `4' and the number `Q.' 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. 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 Seven The boys went into the bathroom, and indeed the shower stall was large enough to easily accommodate six people. There were four large, individually controlled shower heads pointing out to the middle of the stall, one from each corner. As the boys washed themselves, Andrew couldn't keep his eyes off Kyle's unusually large member. Even flaccid, it looked as if it was nearly as long as his was hard, and it was certainly at least twice the girth. Kyle once again was not oblivious to the attention, but quickly cured it by grasping it in his hand and shaking it at the boy. He grinned a little maliciously, and asked, "You want to try this one next?" Andrew blushed and turned away. Jamie protectively answered for him, "Leave him alone, he doesn't have the experience for something like that." Kyle looked down at Jamie's crotch. "Yeah," he said. "I guess he wouldn't." Jamie blushed and stayed quiet, but Ben answered for him, with a particular coldness in his voice that none of the other boys had heard from him before. "Kyle, you can be such an asshole sometimes." After that, all the boys stayed quiet. Kyle finished first, dried himself and left the room, carrying his speedos in his hand as he went. When he had gone, Tim moved over and pulled Ben into a hug and kissed him deeply. Jamie wrapped his arms around Andrew from behind, and standing for a moment on his toes so his mouth would reach the boy's ear quietly asked, "You okay Drew?" Andrew turned in his arms to face him and quietly answered back, "Yeah Jamie, thanks for standing up for me." Then he lowered his head so that their lips met and they shared a brief kiss. The boys dried off and as they were dressing, Ben reminded Tim that he was supposed to keep his thong. Tim had started to pull on his shorts without first putting the damned thing on. He grimaced and slowly redressed himself. Ben quickly ran down the hall, naked, to another bedroom and returned carrying a tiny pair of bright yellow bikini underwear. "These will go better with the rest of my clothes anyway," he said, holding them up and showing them to Tim, posing a little provocatively. The color of the bikinis made a nice contrast against Ben's olive-toned complexion. "So, you want to hang out at the beach for a little while this afternoon?" Ben asked the other boys. Jamie answered for them, "It's almost three, we have to get groceries and get them back to Mama's house." When they went out to the living room, Ben asked Adam if he could use the car for the afternoon, explaining that the other boys had to get groceries and then they wanted to hang out at the beach. The other three glanced at each other. None of them remembered agreeing to the invitation to go to the beach. Adam answered him, "No, I'm going to need the car this afternoon. You can have Kyle drive you though." The four boys left Adam's house that day with $2000 each in their pockets (well, Jamie carried Tim's money for him since the mesh shorts he was wearing didn't have pockets). There was a grocery store only a couple blocks from Mama's house and the boys had Kyle drop them off there. Each of the three kicked in about $50 and they had groceries enough to last them at least another week. The four boys walked together back to Mama's house on Lora Avenue, and dropped off the groceries before heading to the beach. She supervised while the four boys put them away. It didn't even seem as if she noticed another boy was there. They spent a couple hours messing around on the sand, even joining in a game of volleyball with some tourist kids that were playing on the sand. The boys watched sadly as the other kids were one-by-one called away by their parents. It drove the point home to the boys that all they really had was each other. As the sun began to set, the boys realized that they hadn't had anything to eat since their late breakfast and that they were getting pretty hungry. They walked about two blocks inland to a small diner and had what turned out to be a surprisingly good dinner. When they had finished, Jamie and Andrew said they were tired after the day's adventures and headed back to Lora Avenue. Tim told them that he and Ben wanted to go for a walk on the beach, surprising Ben, since Tim had not said anything about this to him beforehand. As they headed down the sand, in the general direction of a small state park that was located about a mile down the beach, Ben said to Tim, "We wanted to go for a walk on the beach did we?" "Well, you did. Didn't you?" Tim asked. "I'm here, aren't I?" Tim stopped Ben for a short kiss. "Yeah Ben," he said, "You are." Then he took Ben's hand, turned, and continued walking down the now nearly deserted beach. The two boys walking down the beach hand-in-hand drew a few odd looks, a comment or two and even one cat-call from people they passed. The boys were oblivious to it all as they walked. "So, where are we going?" Ben asked, with a little smile that turned Tim's legs weak. "Down to the park, I guess. I wanted to talk to you, privately." They walked, quietly, still hand-in-hand until they reached the park. Tim led Ben up just off the beach about twenty yards into the woods, where there was a small, grass-covered clearing. They lay back on the soft, green grass side-by-side. Finally Tim asked Ben, "You've been one of the beach hustlers, haven't you?" "Yeah, I have," Ben admitted. "You have to do something to make ends meet. Jamie's been doing it too you know." "I sort of figured that out," Tim told him. "I had kind of wondered where he'd gotten some of the money he had. It was a lot more than we usually got from hitting up the tourists. There are a few things he's said over the last couple days that kind of gave him away. You did too, when I saw you recognized each other." "You caught onto that did you?" "Yeah, I pay a lot more attention than people give me credit for sometimes." Tim thought for a moment before he spoke again. "So what's the deal between you and Adam?" Tim had to find out the answer to that question more than anything else right now. "I've been doing some modeling for him, and he's letting me stay at his place in return for a sort of reduced rate on his usual fees. That's all there is to it though, I swear." His small smile deepened as he worked out in his mind why Tim was asking the question. Tim was still looking for a few more answers. He continued. "So, it's all just strictly business between the two of you?" "Yeah," Ben answered, "strictly business." Then he laughed out loud, causing Tim to blush. "What about Kyle?" Tim now asked, blushing more but still prying. "Where does he fit in?" "He's sort of an off-and-on lover of Adam's. He does an occasional movie or photo shoot for him, helps him take the pictures of other guys, like he did today and does some driving for him. Every once in a while I'll drive for him too," Ben explained. "So, does Adam take that big, um, thing...? You know?" Tim had been in the porn industry almost twelve hours, and this subject still made him blush like a schoolboy. "I'm not really sure." Ben told him. "I do hear a lot of loud grunting going on in Adam's bedroom when Kyle is in there with him, and the bed thumping up against the wall. I don't know who's doing who though. I've never seen that particular couple in action." `Never seen that particular couple in action?' Tim thought to himself, but let the comment slide for now. After all, he was doing porn pictures and movies; he had to have seen some other couples in action. What came out of Tim's mouth was, "So how many pornos have you done?" "Today was the first one that wasn't solo, honest." Ben hoped Tim believed him; it was in fact true that he had never knowingly been in front of a camera with another guy. He did know that one of the men he'd turned tricks with a couple times had filmed some of his encounters with other boys without their knowledge though. Tim leaned over, facing Ben and propped himself up on one elbow. He put his other hand under Ben's tank top and onto his stomach, gently rubbing that small trail of hair between the boy's navel and his waistband that he found so intriguing. Now it was time to reveal something himself... "You know, Ben... I really think you're hot..." He thought he had sensed similar feelings from the other boy, and hoped he was correct. Ben turned and pushed Tim over onto his back, rolling halfway on top of him. "I think you are too," he confirmed, and leaned down for a passionate kiss, their tongues meeting almost at the same time their lips did. But Jamie and Andrew had been right; it had been a very exhausting day for all the boys. After a few more minutes lying on the grass, Ben and Tim fell asleep together in the clearing in the warm, North Carolina night air, their arms still wrapped around each other, and crickets chirping in the woods around them. * * * When Jamie and Andrew got back to Lora Avenue, Mama was cranky. Jamie hated it when she got like this, and it was the first time Andrew had witnessed it. Jamie knew that this usually only happened after her real children came to visit. Her son and daughter would come over together, and always left Mama agitated. They wanted her to move into a retirement home, but she was having none of that idea. They also didn't like the idea that she had let Jamie and Tim move into her home, they would sure be unhappy if they found out that the brothers had brought yet another boy into the house. Jamie appeased the old woman by giving her the money to buy a carton of cigarettes, and she wandered off to the store, still mumbling to herself. The two boys headed straight to the bedroom, stripped naked and got into the same bed together. As the boys faced each other in bed, with their arms wrapped around each other, Andrew told Jamie, "I really appreciated you sticking up for me today with Kyle." "Anything for you little Drew," Jamie replied. "I liked looking at Kyle's... dick, but I can't imagine what having that big thing inside me would be like." "It wouldn't be fun Drew," Jamie told him. "I had to take one that was about that size one time, and it hurt like hell." "You did?" Andrew asked, curious about what else his new boyfriend might have done. He also realized that he had just thought of Jamie as his boyfriend, really for the first time. He liked the thought. Jamie explained to him, "Yeah, Drew. Since Timmy and I ran away, I've done a little hustling down by the Oar House. We needed the money, and we weren't getting enough by begging from the tourists." He paused, "I didn't want Timmy to have to do that. I don't want him to find out that I was doing it either, okay Drew?" "I won't tell him," Andrew replied. Then he added, "Are we going to be boyfriends now?" The youngster was looking for a real connection with him, Jamie could see that. He gave a very boyish grin, "Yes, Drew. I'd like that -- I'd like that a lot." As he said it, he wondered how he and the boy would handle it if they were asked by Adam to do films with other guys. And how would Andrew take it if they ran out of money again and Jamie had to turn more tricks to get them by? And what if any of the others thought they had to in order to help out? That thought made him very uneasy. They put their anxieties aside as they looked into each other's eyes. Something swelled up in the hearts of these two forlorn and lost boys. "I love you," was the last thing they said to each other as they fell asleep on top of the covers, naked and with their arms wrapped around each other. * * * Okay, that's it for chapter seven. I really had to take a break from the sex scenes after that last one. It actually left me feeling a little burned out. Okay, more than a little. For those of you who have been following this, thanks. I've really enjoyed hearing from you, and I really am glad you've been enjoying it. 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.