Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 08:48:02 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Life Just Isn't Fair - chapter 19

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week at a football (soccer for all our US readers) competition.


Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair
"But Janice only took us in coz she needed the money. Now I'm an extra mouth
and not paying anything."
Sam stroked my face as he looked into my eyes.
"That's what I like about you Andy, always thinking of others before
yourself.  We'll talk some more about this later, after you have been out
for the day with me.  Maybe we can come up with an idea or two."
Janice came back down, looking stunning. Even though I had decided I wasn't
interested in woman in general, and Janice in particular, I still couldn't
help but let out a gasp.
"Wow Jan you look great." Sam said.  "You're gonna blow his mind out."
"Do you really think so?" she said, giving a twirl, and a girly laugh.
"Well I best go so I don't keep the big man waiting."
My confusion must have been spread across my face, as Sam said "Don't worry
about it.  It's another thing we'll talk about later."
I laughed.  "Maybe we should write all these down so we don't forget."
Sam chuckled, grabbed me and gave me a brief tickle and hug, before getting
up.
"Right then, let's make tracks. We've got a lot of people to see today."
We headed out the door, getting into his Mazda coupe, before heading off
into the streets of London Town.


Chapter 19.
Sam and Andy's Day Out.

Sam gunned the car as we drove off from Jan's house.  Sam could obviously
tell I was still confused over certain events that had happened over the
last 24 hours.  He rested his left hand on my knee as he drove.
"Look Andy, I know a lot of shit has been thrown at you recently, but you
need to trust me," he said.  "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you that
I don't think you want to, okay?"
He squeezed my knee and I look at him, and saw affection in his face.  I
grinned back and placed my hand on his.  As a horny teen, I had already felt
myself stir when he touched my knee so I moved his hand from my knee and
placed it directly onto my crotch and pushed into it.
Sam laughed at my attempt of being crude, and after a quick grope, which got
me even harder, he placed both hands back on the steering wheel.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later kiddo!' he said.
I sighed in frustration and turned my attention to his radio.  I fiddled
with the stations until I found a local one blaring out "Teenagers" by My
Chemical Romance.  I settled back into my seat and watched the world go by,
singing away to the music.  Sam pulled the car into a side street and pulled
into a car park, behind what looked like a bar.
"Do you wanna stay here or come in kiddo?" Sam asked.  "This will only take
a few minutes."
I said I'd stay in the car and carried on listening to the music while Sam
disappeared into the building, reappearing a few minutes later, counting a
big roll of money.  My jaw dropped as he got in and I saw it must have been
like thousands of pounds.
"Don't worry about this kiddo," Sam said.  "I'm part of a business venture
and this is just part of the takings I get."  He pocketed the money and
pulled out and back onto the road.
We made several more stops like this and finally I got the nerve to say I'd
come in with him to what turned out to be his last stop.
We walked in to a building by it's back door.  It was a small, dingy café,
which looked like it could hold about thirty people fully packed.  There was
just a half dozen people inside when we walked in.
"Carl, my friend, it's Friday!" Sam said as we walked in, drawing the
attention of the couple of men behind the counter.
"Sam, is it really?" a fat, balding man said.  He looked old, maybe in his
fifties, and didn't look too pleased to see Sam.
A couple of the other men got up and walked to either side of us, as Sam
walked up to the counter.
"You know it is Carl, and its payday.  How much this week?"
Carl looked at the other guys and nodded.  "I think it's a free week this
week Sam,"
Suddenly all hell broke lose.
The man next to Carl picked up a bottle and swung at Sam's head.  Sam ducked
and on the way back up, connected a fist with the man's jaw, sending him
flying backwards.  The two other men charged Sam.  I didn't even think about
it, as I flung myself into the legs of one of the men, who hit the floor
hard.
"Fucking shit kid, I'll kill you for that!" the man snarled.
I untangled myself from the man and backed up and found myself against the
back wall.  The man who I'd tripped had picked himself up and moved into me.
  I looked around, and seeing Sam being grappled by the other two men, I
knew I was on my own.  I knew I should have stayed in the car!
I tried to back even further into the wall, but the stubborn bricks wouldn't
let me.  I couldn't fight, I never have!  Mike was the fighter!
The man closed in on me and grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me up off my
feet to look me straight in the eyes.
"If you are his backup kid, you've picked the wrong place to start your
career," the man laughed at me.  "First we're gonna take care of him, and
then we'll have our fun with you.  You look like you got a sweet ass boy!"
I felt my bladder fill as he flicked open a knife and start to bring it up
towards me.  My mind went blank and I lashed out with my fist and foot.
The next thing I knew, I was on the ground being held down by Sam.
"It's alright Andy, it's over!" he cooed into my ear.
I took a look around and saw the man who had grabbed me, lying curled up,
sobbing softly.
"Wha?" I started.
"You took care of him good Andy," Sam said.
I looked over the room and saw the other men unconscious, or so I hoped, and
my attacker still moving.
"After he grabbed you, you caught him a blinder in the balls before
following up with a knockout punch kiddo," Sam told me.  "He came back at
you with the knife but you grabbed it and turned it on him."
"Where did I get him?" I asked, not really wanting to know.
"I don't think any young boy needs to worry about him again!" Sam said.  He
kicked the man in the face, which caused him to roll over, exposing the
knife protruding from his crotch.
I puked my guts immediately, knowing what I'd done.  Sam put his arm around
me and held me while I expunged my guilt.
Sam pulled me to my feet and we walked back out to the car.
"He deserved it Andy," Sam said.  "He was going to kill me, hurt you and do,
well I can guess what he was going to do with you.  Can't you?"
I nodded, "He was gonna fuck me yeah?"
"No Andy," Sam said softly.  "He was going to rape you."
"What's he difference?" I asked.
Sam looked at me for a moment, pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my mouth,
before answering.
"To be fucked, or to be made love to, involves you wanting to.  Rape isn't
about the sex, it's about domination.  Can you understand that?"
"I don't get the difference between fucking and love, or fucking and rape
then!" I said.
Sam sighed and pulled me into the car, and gunned the engine before driving
off.  He turned to me and gently started to explain.  "To make love to
someone, man or woman, boy or girl, is to give yourself wholly to them.
Okay?"
I nodded an affirmative, thinking what I thought I had with Bobby.
BOBBY THE BASTARD!!
A tear escaped my eye and dribbled down my cheek.
Sam continued.  "Fucking is just about getting you rocks off, but it's still
consensual.  Both people wanting it, but it's not love."
"I think I understand," I said.  "I loved Bobby and the sex we had was
fantastic.  The sex I had with his Dad and his dad's friends made me feel
good, but only that."
Sam looked at me sharply.  I guess he didn't know about that.
"How did you feel about last night?" Sam asked.
I felt very conscious of what my answer should be.
"I really liked what we did together Sam, but not really when Jan joined
in."
Sam seemed sort of satisfied with that answer.
"Rape is all about dominating somebody physically and mentally, and nothing
to do with sex or love at all.  That's just a tool to achieve the aim of
domination." Sam continued his explanation.
I remembered back to my first experience with Bobby and Jay and I guess I
thought I knew what Sam meant.
We drove in silence for a while, before Sam pulled in behind a row of shops.
"Should I get ready for another fight?" I asked, only half joking.
Sam chuckled, and ruffled my hair.  "No way kiddo, unless it's to keep
Miguel's hands off your body."
He pulled me in to a hair salon, and Sam was immediately embraced by THE
most camp guy I'd ever seen.
"SAAMMMMEEEE!!!!" the man squealed through the air.  I guessed that it must
be Miguel, and was correct in my assumption when he turned his attention to
me.
Miguel was only about two or three inches taller than me, had a smaller
build and to say that he was a little camp, was to say that a scout patrol
only took a couple of tents with them to a jamboree!
"Oh aren't you just a darling looking boy!" he gushed and grabbed me into a
hug, pecking me on both cheeks.
"Calm down Miguel, he's not for you!" Sam chuckled out.
I could see the crestfallen look immediately cross his face, before his
trademark smile came back.
"Well, you obviously want me to work my magic on him before you whisk him
off to his lucky man then!" Miguel said, which brought a quick frown and
shake off the head from Sam.
"I'm thinking about a nice youthful spiked look, Miguel" Sam said.
"Blonde streaks would do wonders for him as well, with his complexion,"
Miguel added, stroking my face.
With all the attention being lavished on me, I again felt myself rising to
the occasion in more ways than one, and started to enjoy myself and joke
along.
After my hair had been shampooed, streaked, cut and styled, Miguel insisted
on me getting a `bit of colour' into my body.
Sam nodded his okay, which I took as an affirmative to go into a back room
with the very camp, and now very funny Miguel.  He'd been having me in fits
of laughter all the way through my hair styling, and I now felt very
comfortable with him.
"Okay, senor Andy," Miguel started, "for the all over tan, I now need you to
expose your gorgeousness to me and take all of your clothes off!"
I got very self-conscious immediately, and stammered out some sort of an
excuse that I was fine and didn't need the tan.
"Oh don't be silly," Miguel said.  "You are going to be major hit with Sam's
agency, and you need to be more coloured than you are now!"
The confused look must have been apparent on my face.
"Andy, you have all the features and body for being a great boy model, which
is where I'm sure Sam is taking you next.  However, unless you are pale
white, which I can see you're not, you must have a good tan on you."
I sort of understood him, and suddenly thought of myself being a model.
With a flash of vanity, I knew I was at least as good looking as the boys I
used to fantasize over in my Mom's clothing catalogues.  I quickly stripped
down to my shorts, and after a brief hesitation, I took a gulp of breath and
stepped out of them, exposing myself fully to Miguel.
"Oh my, aren't you just the sweetest thing I've seen in a long time!" Miguel
gushed.
I flushed slightly, but felt myself swell in pride, both mentally and down
there at making a grown man gush over me.
"So, Miguel, what happens know?" I asked the fawning stylist, flaunting my
body at him, knowing I was being a complete cock tease to him.  I felt
completely safe though, knowing Sam was just through the door.
Miguel came over to me and ran his hands over my naked body, being conscious
not to touch me anywhere inappropriately.  He led me physically over to a
vertical UV machine and handed me some goggles.
"Put these on hun, so you don't blind yourself."
I slipped the glasses on and stood between the full length sun bed and
Miguel turned it on.  I felt my body warm immediately under the barrage of
UV rays and of course little Andy wanted to get an all over tan as well.
I heard Miguel's intake of air as he saw me in all my crowning glory, but he
still held off touching or making an advance on me.  After a couple of
minutes, he turned the machine off.
"That's it sweetpea," he said.
"Um, aren't you supposed to be under it for like a half hour or so?" I asked
confused.
"No way, not this baby," Miguel answered.  "This is a high powered tanner,
and any more than a few minutes and you'll burn."
He motioned me towards him, as he picked up a bottle and poured some lotion
in his hand.
"This is a sealing lotion that will help bronze you up and also rehydrate
your skin.  This will help make you look like a million dollars."
Miguel certainly took his time in moisturising my body, and I had a raging
hard on by the end of it.
"Um, Miguel," I started.
He looked at me, guessing what I may be about to say.
"Andy, sweetpea, Sam is right outside the door," Miguel said.  "Shouldn't
your boyfriend take care of it?"
This hit me like stepping into a cold shower.  My boyfriend?
"Um, I dunno what you think Miguel, but Sam ain't my boyfriend," I said.
Yet, I thought to myself.
"Even though, Sam made it clear to me not to mess with you, so if you need
some attention, I'll go get him."
Miguel disappeared through the door, leaving me aching with a hard on,
wondering whether to start stroking myself or not.  Suddenly Sam appeared
through the door.
"I hear you have a problem I can help with kiddo," he said.
I nodded furiously and motioned him in front of me.  Sam knelt in front of
me and took my cock in his mouth in one motion.
I groaned loudly as I felt sensations like I hadn't felt before.  Sam's
tongue was creating havoc in my brain as it lapped around my dick.  I let my
hands nestle in Sam's hair at the back of his head, and started to thrust
into his mouth.  His hands in turn found my ass cheeks and help control my
movements.  Suddenly, a finger slipped between my cheeks and down my crack,
probing at my hole.  I stiffened slightly at the pressure, but knowing the
pleasure to come, tried to relax myself to allow him entry into my body.
He pumped his finger into me, quickly finding my magic spot.  My legs wilted
slightly as the pleasure ran through my body.  Sam's left hand left my
cheeks and came round the front of my body as he tried to control my thrusts
completely.  With the double pleasure I was experiencing front and back, I
willing submitted to his control.  He thrust me back and forth, into his
mouth and onto his finger, before pulling his finger out of me.
"NO! LEAVE IT IN!" I yelled out.
"Shush my love," Sam whispered past my cock, as he eased two fingers into
me.
I felt fuller and quivered under his renewed assault.  A few moments later,
Sam added a third finger and I was a gibbering mess.  I came loud and hard
into his mouth, before collapsing into his arms.
I found his mouth with mine and allowed my arms to roam his body, feeling
his tight muscles.  Was this fucking or love????  All I knew was t certainly
wasn't rape!
"Oh my god Sam that was great," I gulped out.
"That was just a fuck on your part Andy," Sam said, bringing me back to
earth and reminding me of the earlier conversation.
I started to disagree, wanting to try to get a relationship going further
with him.
"You were so horny kiddo, that you wanted Miguel to blow you, didn't you."
I suddenly felt ashamed at almost begging the stylist to do me, and then
having Sam chide me about it.  Not the best way to attempt to start
something was it. Tears flooded down my cheeks.
"Hey, hey, kiddo," Sam cooed.  "I wasn't criticising you, but you need to
know the difference, otherwise you can get hurt."
Sam handed me some clothes that weren't mine.  I took them and looked at him
confused.
"Put these on, and we will go and blow the mind of the partner in my
modelling agency."
I grinned at him and quickly dressed in the very nice clothes he had handed
me.  I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a nice sight staring back.  I
was dressed now in a loose fitting, sleeveless basketball top, shorts that
stopped just below my knees and some of those trainer socks that disappeared
when you put your trainers on, to make it look like you had no socks on.  My
new look tan was already showing and with my new haircut, well, I'd have
fucked myself if I could.  Hey! A boy was allowed a little vanity every now
and then wasn't he??
We re-entered the main salon, and I saw Miguel's jaw drop even further than
it had before.  The couple of employees he was talking to also looked in my
direction and seemed very happy with what they saw.  To say my ego was now
getting to the stage where I was seriously worried about my head getting out
of the door.  Sam gave Miguel some money and told him we'd see him sometime
soon, which he obviously hoped was the case.
We got into Sam's car and he pulled off.
"I liked Miguel, and not meaning that I wanted to have sex with him!" I
said.
Sam laughed.  "Yeah, Miguel is a fun guy, and a good friend." Sam said.
"That's one reason why I invested in his business when he was struggling a
few years back."
"So you his boss?" I asked.
"No no, just a partner.  He runs the business, and I make sure no-one
bothers him, and bring him the occasion good looking future model to work
his wonders on!"
I laughed, before turning serious.
"You say about making sure no-one causes him trouble.  You also had them men
attack you back at that Carl's bar."
I gulped with what I was about to ask.  Sam sensed a moment of truth may be
coming up and pulled the car over into a parking spot.
"Are you in the mob or something?" I asked.
Sam chuckled at my expression, and ruffled my newly cut hair.
"Andy, it's true that I may not be in the most legitimate line of business,
but the mafia hasn't made it here, yet!"
I grinned at his reply and tone.
"I am part of a business syndicate that makes a fair amount of money from
certain activities, both legal and not quite so legal.  You don't need to
worry about any of that though, you just need to concentrate on being a cute
thirteen year old who deserves a bit of fun after what you've had to put up
with in life."
I undid my selt belt and leaned into him to give him a hug and a kiss.  I
felt more wanted than ever before.
Sam pulled off again and I blasted the radio up to a ridiculous volume,
laughing at the expressions on pedestrians as we blared past them.  We soon
pulled up in front of a posh looking building.
"This is my studio kiddo," Sam said.  "Let's go and make pictures!"
I bounded out of the car, and grabbed Sam's hand as we walked through the
reception area.  Sam nodded to the lady behind the desk and we entered the
lift, shooting up to the fifth floor.
We left the lift and entered a room that had lighting umbrellas and
different sets scattered about the place.
"Harry, it's me" Sam shouted out.
We heard a couple of grunts and gasps, before a voice shouted, "I'll be, ah,
right there, meet you, ah, at the, ah, desk,."
Sam led me to past some pictures of some absolute drop dead gorgeous boys
framed on the wall, before we settle into a couple of chairs at a desk.  Sam
handed me a can of coke from a fridge and we sipped the drinks while we
waited for Harry.
A couple of minutes later, a youngish looking man swept past me and grabbed
Sam into a hug.
"How are you bud?" the man I assumed to be Harry asked Sam.
"Absolutely fine H, and you?"
"Struggling to keep it up you know!" he laughed.  Sam joined in, but I
didn't get it so kept quiet.
Harry suddenly noticed me and pulled away from Sam.
"Oh my Sam, you never told me we had company," he chided Sam.  He offered me
a hand, which I took.  Suddenly I was pulled out of my chair and found
myself in a very tight embrace.  His hands found their way down my back on
cupped my ass very firmly.
"H, this is Andy," Sam said.
Harry pulled back, and I was flushed after the contact with the, now I'd
seen him properly, very attractive man.
"Sam!" a young voice bellowed from behind me.  I turned just in time to see
a blonde haired kid jump into Sam's arms, covering his face in kisses.
After a few moments, I thought the kid would break off his contact, but he
didn't and I experienced an emotion I'd never felt before. Jealousy.  Here I
was, stood right next to him, after saving his ass from getting killed in
that bar, and he is kissing and hugging some unknown kid.
I drew away from the pair of them and looked around.  I glanced at Harry,
and noticed that he was staring intently at me.
"What!" I blurted out, rudely.
"Come with me," Harry said, and he took my arm and led me forcibly out of
the office area and into a secluded photo scene.
He sat me down on a box, and could see my anger rising.
"I don't know what the crack is with you and Sam, but you must know that Sam
helps boys out don't you?"
I nodded.
"Well, little Martin was on the streets having been abused quite badly.  Sam
found him, cared for him, got him into a home and set him up in a good
school and a good job, mainly modelling here.  Every time Martin sees Sam,
he can't help but thank him for saving him, so don't you think you're being
a little immature by not wanting others to express their feeling for Sam?"
That cut me to the bone very quickly, and I teared up straight away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise," I sobbed out.
"It's not me you need to be sorry to.  Martin is such a sweet kid that he
will forgive you for anything though."
"What happened with him?" I asked.
"That's his own story and one he will need to tell you, if he wants to,"
Harry said.  "Sam does such a good job in finding waifs and strays and
helping them get set up in homes and schools, and most turn out okay that we
sometimes forget what they were running from."
I saw him stare intently at me, not just sizing me up as a possible model,
but in other ways as well.  I thought I read his expression, and, disgusted
that he'd want it already, sighed and pulled off my top.
Harry gasped as I exposed my naked upper torso to him.
"So where do we go to do it then?"  I asked.
"Do what?" Harry asked, confused.
"Have sex, or fuck or whatever it's supposed to be called," I almost
snarled.  "Isn't that why Sam brought me here?  For you to work on me?"
Harry stared at me for a moment, gob smacked by my outburst, before
chuckling to himself and grabbing me into an embrace.
"Andy, I dunno what you think about the set up here, but Sam doesn't bring
boys here for me to have sex with," Harry said.  He pushed me into a seat on
a sofa and sat next to me.  He held my chin in his hand and peered at my
face.  "I've gotta say though, Andy, you are one good looking kid."
I flushed at his compliment and started to try to say something, but Harry
brought a finger to my lips.  He moved his hand gently to my right cheek and
brushed it.
"If we are going to photograph you as a model though, we have to do
something about those bruises."
I immediately felt myself stiffen, as memories of my mistreatment came back.
  Harry must have noticed it as he just grabbed me back onto an embrace.
"Listen to me Andy," Harry started.  "Sam and I do enjoy the younger body,
both to look at, work with, and yes on occasions have sex with.  However, we
also make sure that the boys that we find are cared for, and never do
anything that they don't want to.  We try to take them from an environment
where they've been hurt and put them into a safe one."
I looked at Harry's eyes and somehow guessed he wasn't bullshitting me.  I
broke down in his arms.
"I've been so fucked up I don't know what I want," I sobbed.  "I thought I
loved Bobby and he loved me, but then he and his friend raped me.  Then my
dad found out and he beat me, my neighbour took me in, but only because he
wanted me as well!"
Harry tried to say something, but I was on a flow.
"I then got took in by my teacher and I made a pass at his boyfriend who
rejected me, so I ran away.  I got picked up by Bobby's dad who turned out
to be part of a peado ring.  I got fucked over and over and over that night,
and only escaped because Bobby let me.  Then, we ran away to here and got in
with Janice, and now Bobby's left me, and I think I love Sam, but I don't
know if it is love or just lust.  I need sex, and I don't care who gives it
to me."
More tears fell onto Harry's shirt as I blubbered into his chest, feeling
slightly better for getting everything off my chest.  I felt Harry's body
shake slightly and looked up at his face, to see him mouthing words over my
shoulder.  I looked around to see Sam and Martin stood in the doorway.  I
felt the life go out of me, knowing I'd just exposed myself not only to
Harry and Sam, but the very cute Martin as well.  I was waiting for the
words of disgust to flow from either Martin or Harry, but all I felt was a
new set of arms embrace me from behind.
"Andy, you never need to feel like this again," Martin said.  "Sam, Harry,
we have to take care of him!"
"Why would you want to?" I asked.  "I've just told you what I've been
through, and that I wanted it, you gotta think I'm some sort of freak!"
Martin grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me hard and passionately on
the lips.  I melted.  He broke off the kiss and looked at me.
"Andy, I'm twelve, my Dad found out I was gay about six months ago and tried
to make me not be gay by fucking me so hard I bled."
Harry tried to say something to stop the boy, but Martin just carried on.
"He tried doing everything he thought that would hurt me so much that I
wouldn't want anything up me ass, including letting a group of his drunk
buddies take me, and shoved loads of things up me like beer bottles and
everything, but you know what?"
I shook my head.
"It didn't make any difference.  I'm gay because I am, and I want to have
sex with men and let them make me feel good.  I hated what my Dad did, but
at times, some of the things felt so good that I came while he did them to
me.  That really pissed him off that I enjoyed it!"
I looked at him, with the understanding that I had found someone else in the
world that knows what it's like to want it so badly.
"I ran away before he got round to killing me, and spent time on the streets
selling myself," Martin continued.
"You don't have to carry on" I choked out emotionally, realising that his
life could so easily have been mine.
"Yeah I do," he said.  "I spent three months being fucked by men and fondled
by women, before I ran across Sam.  I thought he was just gonna be another
john, but after we'd fucked, he offered me a way out."
I looked at Sam, who looked slightly downcast at Martin's admission of being
fucked by him.
"Sam set me up with a nice man who looks after me and cares for me and I do
some modelling work and appear in some movies, and, yes, I get to have sex
with men occasionally who give me and Sam money."

End of chapter 19.
Well that seems a nice place to leave it doesn't it!
I wanted this chapter to get through Andy and Sam's work day, and also
introduce Harry and Martin to the story.  As some of you have guessed, Sam's
job isn't particularly legal, but does it mean he wants to drag our Andy
into a life of prostitution???  I guess you'll just have to wait and see in
the next exciting chapter of "Life Just Isn't Fair!"