Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2003 00:53:41 -0400 From: Av. Subject: Avery's Boys - 17 Hey, thanks all for the emails. Sorry if it took me a little longer to respond to them. Remember that if it illegal to read these, or access these then please stop. Remember that all this is copyrighted and if you want to repost this then please just email me. And remember that all this should not be considered real. To answer some repeating questions: I really can't see Bryan, Jessie, Chris, Andy, or myself fucking with older guys. All the characters are based on real-life friends of mine, so to think of them doing it with an older guy (40+) isn't something I think of. And I'm only 23 and I haven't crossed that line, yet. But all this doesn't mean that I won't write about it. Just email me what you think. And I do write stories involving readers. The group of boys in my dream in the last chapter was based on actual readers. And this story and the character Jaimie are based on a friend of Chris'. So if you think you might have a good story, then email me. And sorry to anyone that reads my stories. I do try and write these somewhat quick, but I find myself doing other stuff like...watching porn or downloading porn or sleeping. Any questions email me at: cupdrinker@chartermi.net And now the ending paragraphs from Chapter 16: "Morning campers!!" The scoutmaster screamed out, during the campsites morning flag ceremony. "I hope that you all had a good nights sleep?" The four of us looked at each other, with huge dark bags under our eyes. The adult leader kept on talking, when I saw that Chris had some leaves in his hair. "Where the fuck did you sleep at?" "Shit Av...how many times did you cream in his ass?" Chris asked. "We kept our condoms!" Jesse and Bryan exclaimed. "Holy fuck...we just got played by a nympho!" Story - Avery's Boys Chapter - Seventeen - Jaimie the star. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** What a week that was! I don't think the boys, and I for that matter, have ever had a better time than we did at Scout camp. The boys made many new `friends' that I'm sure they will keep in touch with for a long time. You should have heard all of the stories they told me on the way back home, I don't think they ever quit talking. And I heard them all...Jesse fucking in a rowboat on the lake; Bryan getting ganged banged by his hiking class; and Chris fucking half of the mall camp staff. And as for myself, I got to catch up on a lot of sleep. Wait, hear me out on this...you work three months in a row without a real day off, and tell me you wouldn't sleep for a week if you didn't have to do anything? We packed up my suv and left the parking lot of the camp, where I finally turned on my cell. It didn't take long before my voicemail rang. 87 messages? I didn't know my cell could hold that many. I listened to most of them, which of course they were bullshit messages that weren't important. They main ones were from my brother, to let me know that the park was completed and they were just going to do the touch ups on Saturday, but should be done by the afternoon. It was a nice three hour drive to get back to home, but of course in Michigan you have to factor in the road construction so then the 3 hours turned into 5 hours! We got into this nice traffic `slow-down', that after a half hour of going 30mph it stopped completely. We ended up in the left lane, with a black Suburban (with tinted windows) in front of us, and semi-trucks to the right and behind us. I couldn't see anything, with every view blocked, except for the cars moving on the other side of the expressway. I adjusted my body around in the seat to make myself more comfortable, and turned on the radio. After 5 minutes of channel surfing I turned it back off. Aren't radio stations suppose to play music? "Why is it so fuckin hot in here?" Chris moaned as he took off his shirt and tossed it into the back with Bryan and Jesse. "I don't know Chris, maybe because it's 90 out, we are sitting in a parked car and there is no shade. But those just guesses." I rudely said, as I doubled checked to make sure the a/c was put on full. "Uh...Av you brought your gun with your right?" I looked over at Chris, wondering why he would ask such a question. "No, why do you ask?" "Cause there is a guy getting out of that black Suburban and walking to your window!" I looked out the front, to see this slim guy, in his 40's dressed in a suit walk up to my window. My car was far enough back, that I couldn't have been considered tailgating. The driver side window rolled down, to find out what he was doing. The blast of hot air hit me in the face, making me adjust the vent to block the heat from coming in. "Yes?" "Um....sorry sir to bother you, but today is my sons birthday...and he asked me what to get him...and that's where we were heading to but with this traffic jam I fear that I won't be able to make this a `happy' birthday for him." The guy never really made eye contact with me, but more so towards the boys. "Ok, so how can I help you?" "My son just informed me last week that he wanted to be ganged banged by a bunch of teenagers. Now, ha ha, as a father I was kind of shocked at this but I love me son and I want to make him happy. And I was looking in my mirror and I saw your...err...brothers?" "Friends. They are my friends. But I think that you should be asking Chris here to help you out." "Oh ok. Chris, I will pay you and your friends back there $200 if you just give my son some fun. What do you say?" Chris looked over at me, to see if it would be ok. I don't know why he was looking at me for an answer, cause I thought the idea of being paid to fuck a guy would have been a no brainer for him. "Sir, can you give us a minute?" The guy agreed, so I rolled up the window. "SWEET! Road sex! So Av can we go fuck?" "Hey it's your dick, their asses but just tell him $300 that way you each get a Franklin." The two agreed, and Chris handed me the money. I watched as the three boys got into the back of the truck, and the dad got back into the drivers seat. Of course I wished that I could have been invited into the party with them, but who would move the car if traffic started to move? A song came on the radio that I finally liked so I turned up the volume. It was up so loud I couldn't hear the ring tone on my cell until the third ring. My cell said that I have a digital movie (I love Sprint PCS cells). It was Chris' voice on the movie, "Since you couldn't be here we thought we would give you a short clip of the birthday boy!" Chris had panned the camera on the cell, around showing the four naked boys. The birthday boy wasn't that bad looking, and it looked like he played some sort of sport. And of course he had a nice sized package, which was probably 7 inches. He had bleach blonde hair, and brown pubes. The boys had him spread out on the back, with Jesse squatting on his face getting a rim job, and Bryan sitting on the boys cock. Here I was in my car getting a hardon watching a movie clip on my cell. Is this was getting older is like? I saved the file, but something told me I should have erased it. After about fifteen minutes the boys opened up the doors and came back into my car. While they were walking back the truck drivers, next to and behind us started to honk their horns, as they probably figured out what was going on. Bryan found this to be funny, so he mooned the two truckers right there, in a traffic jam. That was either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it for Bryan, because one of the truckers jumped out of his truck and came up to my suv. "How much for the little boy? I can see that we are going to be here for a while, and I haven't seen my wife or sons for awhile and I need to feel what I'm missing." The trucker was your `average' trucker. He was overweight, and a really bad beard going on and he had that serial killer look going on. But overall he wasn't that bad, maybe 230 - 240 pounds, 6' 1", grayish black hair and beard, probably around 50 yrs old. This time Chris didn't wait for me to tell him that he was in charge of the boys. "What's it to ya? "Fuck it boy, I'm creamin in my jeans. Two hundred? That's all I got." "Deal!" "Tell us all about it when you get back Bry." And with that, Chris had started up his own business. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** It was so nice to be home. To be able to piss and shit in a real bathroom, and to be able to eat real food that you knew where it came from. I do have to admit, though, it was the best week at summer camp I had ever been to. The park across the street was completed and there were already kids and parents playing there. The letter my brother had left me was the usually older brother telling me not to waste my money and to grow up. He had brought in the mail, which I thumbed through. "Holy shit! It's a letter from Rex. I began to open it when the doorbell rang. It was the F.B.I. agents. They were happy to tell me that `John Jay' was arrested by the Canadian Coast Guard, and was to be deported back to the States next week. I was happy that I wasn't going to be watched 24/7 again, but I was sad that this sub-story was ending this way. For some reason I knew that he was going to get away and come after me, again. As they were leaving, Nolan pulled up in his car. "Av...my friend...I need your help." He walked in where I showed him to the front room. "It's this Jaimie kid. I brought him over to be the next star, which I'm sure he will be but he wont have sex with guys, he says that he will only fuck boys." "Well, isn't that what your business is all about?" "You don't understand. What the people who buy my movies want, are a cute little kid like Jaimie to be fucked by a `father' figure. If he's in a scene with another boy then he is the one who gets fucked. Right now his dick is not big enough to even make a boy moan. You can't do a blowjob scene with Jaimie and expect that to be your best part." "I understand now, but what is it that I can do for you?" "Well, it's not just you that I want it's all of you. See, Jaimie said that you and Chris would only fuck him, and that he only wants to do scenes with Jesse and Bryan. You believe this shit, at cute twelve yr old boy is giving me demands. Oh, and on his room at the offices he put up a sign that says, "Jaimie the Superstar". So if you could please help me out, I will make it worth your while. "Listen Nolan, it's a sweet deal that you are making, but we just got back from a week at camp and he are all tired as hell. I'm sure that if you came back in a few days and talked to the boys then I would be able to help you out..." "FUCK YEAH, WE WILL DO IT!" The three boys came out from behind the corner of the hallway, to bust in on the conversation. They shook hands with Nolan and he told us to meet him at the office, tomorrow around 11. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** We arrived at the office; at around 10:30am so we could meet up with Jaimie and I think Chris wanted to show off his video of the boys. The man at the front desk, remembered who we were and allowed us to enter. He told us that Jamie was on the second floor, and we would find out his room without any problems. The view was the same; the movie posters were the same along with the doors. The man was correct, Jaimie's door was easy to find; "Jaimie the Superstar" posted on the door with a giant gold star under it. Jesse was just about to knock on the door when we heard this little boy screaming at someone in his cute little English accent. "What the fuck you doing Smity? Kick the bloody ball!" He opened up the door and welcomed us in. Jaimie, still with his blonde curls was wearing a white towel around his naked frame. His room was scattered with English soccer stuff, along with posters upon posters of his favorite footy player, Alan Smith. He had a small fridge, along with a couch, a couple of bar stools and a complete entertainment center. "So Jaimie, what's going on?" I asked. But he just starred at the tv. "Ok, well I'm gonna head outie and see Nolan about my video." Chris walked out to make a run at a new form of bling. "Jaimie, you know why we are here right?" He didn't look away from, so I put my hand on this head and moved it so he had to look at me. "Yeah I bloody know why you are here. I'm the star they have to give me what I want." "So you are saying that because you ordered us to be here is the reason?" "I don't see your fucking name on that door! Now jack me off!" I looked over at Bryan and Jessie, after hearing Jaimie's last sentence. From their expressions, I was correct in hearing him. Jaimie had now spread his legs and tossed the white towel to the floor. He kept his eyes on the soccer game, as he waited for us to pleasure him. "I'm not gonna ask again! I have to read a script in a few minutes, and if I'm not wanked by then I'm not going." Jessie looked over at me with a `can I jerk him off' look, which I just nodded my head and watched as the two boys paid homage to their new Adonis. They each got onto the sides of Jaimie, who paid no attention to them as he just watched the game. Bryan grab the hard boycock first and started to slowly stroke it. His hand almost covered up the entire cock, with just the little head sticking out. Both of them started to kiss and lick Jessie's stomach and legs, while not getting a single word out of him. The boys thought that this was going to continue into something more, so with their free hands. This brought a strong reaction from Jaimie. "What the bloody hell are you two doing? I said wank me off! I didn't say that you two could wank. So put your dicks back into your shorts, and wank me off!" Bryan didn't know what to do, so he zipped up his shorts. Jessie did the same, as he stopped licking Jaimie's chest just leaving the tip of his tongue touching him. I could tell that they were a little disappointed that they wouldn't be involved in another group orgy, but they picked up where they left off. Bryan picked up the pace and was sure to give him a burn on his cock. Jessie moved down to Jaimie's ball sac and started to suck on each one of his balls. Bryan now started to suck on the little boycock that had become shiny with some precum. Jaimie's body tensed up, and finally made some noise. "GGGGGGOOOAAAALLLL!" I turned to the tv and saw that his home team scored a goal. He told the boys to stop and thanked them for being his good luck charm. "Now I must go read my script.' He walked out of the room with some precum leaking off of his cock, and headed out of the room. I wanted to say something about him walking around the building naked but then remembered why type of building this was. The boys couldn't believe what had just happened, and waited for some explanation. "Well, that's what you call drama. Ok, well let's go see what is going on in this building." *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Thanks for reading. Please email me.