Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 07:18:28 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Life Just Isnt Fair chapter 20 Feedback is more than welcome. I love to receive emails from anyone and everyone so please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter 'Life Just Isn't Fair' or simply 'Life' somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Any criticism is also welcome as I don't want to let the story get stale and always want fresh input. If any of you, the readers, have ideas or suggestions about a plot, however big or small, please let me know and I will look into it. Disclaimer. 1. Not old enough to legally have gay sex. Bummer! Well don't read this and get any ideas that may make you happy! 2. Not allowed to read this where you live. Move! Find somewhere more liberated than the bunch of bigots you live with at the mo! 3. Don't like reading stories about gay sex? I suggest you read on and enjoy my story as you won't find any in here! RIGHT!!! Why are you on a gay sex story site, going through at least three menu choices to get here if you don't like this type of material? GET A LIFE OR BETTER YET A BOYFRIEND! 4. Know a kid in trouble? Please help him or her by getting in touch with whatever authorities look after kids in your area. 5. This story is totally real and everyone in it knows who they are...uh uh uh sorry, just woken up! Damn what did I just type? This work is of course all from my twisted little mind! 6. This is all my own work so please don't copy it or sell it to other sites without asking me first! Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair. 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." And now for the next exciting chapter of Life Just Isn't Fair! Chapter 20. I reacted badly, very badly, to Martin's last statement. "SO YOU ARE A FUCKING PIMP" I yelled at Sam, backing away from the three of them. Sam looked shocked, firstly by Martin's straightforward honesty, and secondly by my reaction. He tried to grab me, but I kept backing away. "You brought me here to get fucked, and make money, didn't you!" I shouted. "No!" Sam softly said. "I brought you here to see another way, and another life. Martin has been honest with you, and so will I." Sam motioned for me to sit back down, and reluctantly I did. Memories of the conversations and thoughts of Danny flashed through my mind, and I wondered how manipulative he may be. "Andy, when I first met you and Bobby, my first thought was to try to get you into the business, either modelling, or the movies we make, or maybe as a boy enjoying sex with others for money." I drew away slightly from him, as he laid out his initial plan to me. "However, I've got to know you over the last few days and you have made an impact on me in a way I never imagined possible. I've grown extremely fond of you Andy, just like Martin, and I don't want you just to be another boy whore." I gasped at his term. "Yes, I look after a group of boys, and a few girls, who allow men, and women, to have sex with them for money. I set it up, take a cut and let the kids have a fair share of money to help them along in life. I'm also involved in picture shoots and making movies that some people called child porn. The kids involved are always willing, and always enjoy making them, and get well paid for it. I hoped that you would be interested in that side as it is all strictly controlled by Harry and myself, so no harm can come to you, and you get as much sex as you want." I found myself rising slightly under the images in my brain of having sex with a cutey like Martin, or being filmed getting banged by an adult. Then I shook my head vigorously. "NO!" I exclaimed. "I'm done with being used!" I started to sob slightly. I felt Martin embrace me into a soft hug. "I just wanna be loved." I cried onto Martin's shoulder, as the younger boy held me. "It's okay Andy, Sam and Harry will make sure no one hurts you again," the boy said. "I just want my Bobby back!" I sobbed. Sam got up to gather me into an embrace, but I saw him coming and wrestled myself away from Martin and backed away again. "Where is Bobby?" I demanded. "Bobby left you Andy," Sam explained. "I told you that." I shook my head. "I was thinking, I spoke to my mate on my phone after you and Bobby left, yet you said he took my phone when he went." I could almost see Sam's brain chugging away. He spoke slowly as he answered. "Andy, we came back while you and Jan were out. Bobby picked up his things and went. I don't know what he took, but by the sound of it, he took your money and your phone. I'm sorry son, I should have checked what he took," Sam replied. "How do I know that's true?" I sobbed, still not really wanting to believe that Bobby left me, but also wanting to believe that Sam wasn't lying to me to set me up. "He wrote and left you the note didn't he?" Sam said, finally getting close enough to me to draw me into a hug. "That shows he came back to Jan's before he left, and all his stuff is gone as well. I'm sorry Andy, I know it hurts to be left by someone you love, but sometimes it does happen." I broke down again and sobbed into his chest for a few minutes. I heard movement, and saw out of the corner of my eye that Harry ad got up and left us. I could sense Martin had stayed though. Somehow, I could feel him wanting to comfort me, but not wanting to intrude on Sam. I pushed up from Sam, wiped my eyes and turned to see the blonde boy stood hovering. I opened my arms and Martin ran into the, hugging me tightly. "It'll be okay Andy," the boy said. "You've gotta trust Sam n Harry, they'll take of you like they have me." I hugged him back, and decided that if this boy was so willing to trust the men, then they couldn't be as bad as I'd imagined a few moments ago. I pulled back and broke Martin's embrace, and looked at Sam, directly in the eyes. For the first time in my life, I knew I had to be strong and make some decisions that would shape my life. "So if I don't want to have sex with men for money you won't make me?" I asked. Sam nodded his affirmative. "You want me to pose for pictures and also for movies, which involve having sex with men and boys though?" "It's entirely up to you Andy," Sam answered. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but everyone involved enjoys themselves, no-one gets hurt and everyone makes lots of money." "If I don't want to though, and I just want to find someone to love and have sex with, you'll be fine with that?" Sam looked a bit downcast as he answered. "If that's what you want Andy, neither Harry nor me will force you to do anything you don't want to. However, before you make that decision, think about your situation." I must have looked a little confused. "You're alone in London, with no money. Jan, as much as I'm sure would love you to stay, can't look after you without any sort of recompense." I didn't know what that word was, so Martin said, "You've gotta earn money to pay her to stay there, unless you can find a family to stay with that's rich enough to keep you." "What about you?" I asked. He flushed a little, as I saw him look at Harry, who had just walked back in the room, talking into a mobile phone. "I got lucky and am staying with a man who loves me, and that pays my way!" the twelve year old said. "You mean..." I asked, knowing the answer. "Yeah... Harry's my foster dad, and yeah, we do it." "But you said you still have sex with men for money!" I exclaimed. "I do, but only because I want to," Martin said. He pulled me away from the two men and sat me down. I felt like a little kid, being told the ways of the world, by a younger kid. "I told you that I love it," he confessed. "I can't help it sometimes. Harry didn't want me to carry on with the other stuff after he fostered me, but I begged him to let me continue. I need to. I thought from what you said earlier that you would understand that!" I remembered what I'd confessed to, and flushed a bright red. "Yeah, you know don't you!" Martin said. "My best movie and picture shoot involved me and five men. We were at it for two hours. God my ass was sore afterwards, but I had never been filled and fulfilled like that before. I loved every minute of it." "Harry filmed you getting gang raped by five men?" I gasped, shocked. Martin pulled back and slapped my face, open handed so it stung, but didn't do any real damage. "No! He filmed me having sex with five guys, willingly, and under safe and strict guidelines. None of them were allowed to treat me bad, other than what was in the script I helped write!" Martin replied. "I think I understand," I said, hugging him back into an embrace. He leaned into me and I couldn't help but get lost in his blue eyes. I felt his lips touch mine, tentatively, before returning harder and passionately. I responded to his kiss, opening my mouth to allow his tongue inside me. I sucked on it, causing him to moan gently, his arms running up the inside of my basketball jersey. I tried to lean into him, but he allowed my weight to push him backwards and we fell gently onto the sofa. I felt emotions swell through me, knowing I was feeling something more than lust for this picture of beauty I was kissing, but realising I couldn't be falling in love, again, surely. I pulled away suddenly. "Wha?" Martin asked, looking slightly hurt. "Can't!" I said. "You can't what?" Martin replied. "Enjoy yourself?" I shook my head as I struggled to get my emotional state back on track. "I can't fall in love with you!" I stammered out. Martin laughed, then apologised immediately, seeing my face darken. "Andy, I don't love you like that, and I don't want you to love me either!" he said. "We were just enjoying the feelings that we were causing." I tried to get that through my stubborn brain but it wasn't taking it. "Andy, I LOVE Harry. Nothing will separate me from him and when he makes love to me it's the best feeling in the world." Martin told me. "However, that doesn't stop me, or Harry, having sex with other people we like, or just simply getting our rocks off with people who are available or paying for it." I was stunned at his very simplistic view of sex and life, but then it crashed into me. I thought I'd loved Bobby, but that turned out not to be love on his part, then I thought I loved Kev and Mr H, but again, they didn't love me the way I wanted, then back to Bobby, and now I was left with no-one yet to love, but lots of possibilities to have fun with. I suddenly grinned at the three of them in the room. "Looks like a fucking Cheshire cat!" Harry laughed. "I think he's figured it out," Martin said to Sam. I got up and walked over to Sam and hugged him. "I'm sorry I've been acting like a spoilt brat for the last hour. I get it now, and if you still want to have fun with me, I'm up for it, and yeah, I guess I need to earn some money for Jan, so I'll do the modelling stuff. I'll let you know about the rest if I feel upto it." Sam hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. I felt something stir below his waist, and sneaked a hand up to his crotch, feeling his hardness. "Andy!" he gasped out involuntarily as I grasped him. Martin sniggered and said, "GET A ROOM!!!, or at least the bed in the studio!" Sam pulled me towards a walk through and there was indeed a double bed. He lifted me up and planted his lips on mine, holding me, one hand around my back, the other by my butt to make me the same height as he was. My arms found his back and I melted into his embrace. He twisted suddenly and I was on my back, on the bed with Sam on top of me. He hands were now roaming my body, the left underneath my top, the right pausing at the top of my shorts. He looked me in the eyes, and I nodded. He slipped his hands underneath the waistband and down, past my briefs and found my now erect hardness. I moaned loudly before he covered my mouth again with his, and he continued his feeling of my body. My own hands were not restful. I slipped one hand under his shirt, feeling his hairy chest, finding it more of a turn on than I thought possible. The other hand decided to be naughty, and slipped below his waistline and rubbed his dick through his trousers. Sam suddenly pulled off me, and stripped me of my top. He went immediately for my left nipple with his mouth, nipping it with his teeth and swirling his tongue around it. I gasped in ecstasy and rode my feelings. He turned to my other nipple and after what seemed like hours ended up at my belly button. I was squirming in lust by this time, and begged him to stop before I creamed my shorts. He pulled his mouth of me, and I took the opportunity to surprise him and pushed him backwards. I ripped open his shirt, popping the buttons, exposing his chest to me. Taking a leaf from his book, I went for a nipple, and tried to replicate the experience Sam had given me. I must have done something right as I alternated from nipple to nipple and his belly button as he was soon gasping. I suppose the fact my hand never left his covered crotch may have had something to do with it as well! Without warning, Sam grabbed me and twisted me over, taking charge again. I was more than willing to submit again. He slipped a hand either side of my hips and started to ease my shorts and briefs down. I lifted by butt off the bed to allow him easier access and suddenly I was naked. I was thrilled by the feel of the soft sheets on my body and got even harder. Sam again worked his magic on my chest with his tongue, only this time he didn't stop at my belly button. He traced downwards with is tongue until he was licking the sparse hairs I had at the top of my dick. I gulped as I knew what to expect and Sam didn't let me down. "FUCK!" I yelled, as he took my stiffness all in one mouthful. He sucked and lapped at my fore-skinned head and massaged my balls with a hand. I felt the familiar feeling begin to rise all too quickly, and fought off the impending orgasm. Sam could obviously sense my imminent spasm and pulled off my cock and lifted my legs up, exposing my ass to him. I thought I'd felt pleasure before, but I was so wrong! The feelings that washed through me as he lapped at my pucker were unbelievable. I was on another plane of existence. I felt him probe at my opening and suddenly, I relaxed and with a jolt, felt his tongue enter me. My legs tried to thrash as I grasped the bed sheets, but then I felt hands grasp my ankles. I looked through half open eyes to see a grinning Martin holding my ankles. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and again I sucked his tongue into my mouth, whilst Sam was still driving me mental with his own tongue. I was lifted and shimmied to the edge of the bed until the crook of my neck was hanging slightly over. I felt Sam's tongue leave me, and felt empty. It was soon replaced by Sam's thick mushroom head, teasing my hole. "You want this in you Andy?" he asked. I pulled my mouth away from Martin's, not an easy task, but begged for his cock in me. "Martin, while I'm entering him, why don't you take care of his other problem?" Sam told the boy. Martin hooked my ankles under his arms and leaned into my body. His sweet mouth took my cock into the warmth and he began suckling on it. I saw Martin's own cock, pointing the way, right in front of my face. I had no idea when he'd got naked, but I certainly wasn't complaining, and I took it in. This must have been what Sam was waiting for, as no sooner had I got a mouthful of the twelve year old's boyhood, then I felt the pressure increase on my pucker and Sam pushed into me. My grunt was silenced by Martin's cock, but my body stiffened. Sam must have felt this as he left me get use to the thickness of him for a few moments before easing himself fully into me. With the attention that Martin was showing my cock, when Sam brushed past my prostate I almost exploded. I felt myself pulse slightly in Martin's mouth, and being as experienced as he was he stopped all of his ministrations to me, and just held my cock in his mouth. He grazed it slightly with his teeth, to calm me with a stroke of pain. Sam picked up a rhythm thrusting into me, and Martin, deciding I was fine again, resumed his sucking. I was having a hard time keeping up my attention to Martin's cock, but lifted my hands to his butt to pull him into my mouth. I decided to try what everyone else seemed to be doing, and snuck a finger around and down his crack and touched his hole. I felt Martin shiver on top of me, so went from broke and pushed into him. He bucked into my mouth, and I knew I was doing something right. Sam meanwhile was pounding into me, picking up his pace and thrust harder and harder, and I knew it wasn't going to be long before he filled me. I wanted to see if Martin would as well, so I stabbed another finger into his butt. I suddenly found something hard inside him and rubbed it. That definitely got a reaction from the blonde bombshell so I attacked it with a venom. I felt Sam shudder before I felt anything else, and he grasped my hips to him as he yelled out in joy. This caused me to contract myself and I felt myself pump juice into Martin's mouth. That feeling must have sent him over the edge as he shuddered and I felt his dick throb and pulse in my mouth. I felt a couple of spurts hit my tongue and I swallowed his sweetness. The three of us collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty mess. "THAT!" I said, "was fucking great!" End of chapter 20. Well, Andy seems happy enough now. Still don't know exactly what Sam has planned for him, but Martin seems happy with his life. If Andy can find something like that, then who knows, Life might be a little fairer to him!