Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 10:07:03 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: The House on Lora Avenue - Chapter Eight 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 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 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 Eight As Andrew awoke in the morning, the bright North Carolina sunlight was streaming in the window, and a gentle breeze was blowing over Jamie and himself. He had his back to Jamie and the older boy's arms were still around him, and his hands were resting over Jamie's. Jamie's arms being around him gave him a warm, comfortable feeling. Again, it was a feeling of being wanted, something he had briefly had and lost again the previous afternoon, when the tourist kids had all left with their parents and the four boys had been left by themselves. He had thought about the life he had left behind; his parents and comfortable home. Now where was he? Taken in by the two brothers and the only thing keeping them off the street was the crazy old woman who was letting them stay in her home in return for keeping the refrigerator stocked. Now though, lying naked in the bed with his friend's arms around him, he felt so much better. There were other feelings though. One was the hard dick he felt in the crack of his ass from the spoon position he was in with Jamie. The other was a severe need to pee, coming from his own hard dick, and that one was taking precedence right now. Andrew gently released himself from Jamie's grasp, rolled out of the bed and absent-mindedly walked down the hall to the bathroom, still naked. It was only as he was sitting on the toilet that he realized that he was walking around the house without clothes. Crazy old Mama could be up and about -- he had no idea what time it was other than it was morning. He made it back to the bedroom without being seen, only then being caught in his state of undress by the person he now considered his boyfriend. "Showing off for Mama?" Jamie asked him. "No, I really didn't even realize what I was doing until I was already down the hall," he said back. "Well, is she up?" Jamie asked. "Not as far as I could tell." "Okay, well if you can do it, I can too." Even if Andrew hadn't meant to do it, Jamie still saw him walking down the hall to the bathroom naked as a sort of challenge. He rolled out of bed, and walked off to the bathroom, his hard penis not exactly pointing the way, but swaying back and forth. As Jamie sat and relieved himself, he thought about the bedroom in the few moments he saw it before the walked to the bathroom. The other bed had been empty. Tim hadn't made it home the night before. While Jamie had stayed out all night since they had started staying here (but only when turning tricks down by the Oar House), Tim had never done it before. Where was his little brother? The previous day's activities had him nervous about where Tim might be. The last time he had seen him, he was walking off toward the beach with Ben as he and Andrew came home. Tim had said that he and Ben wanted to walk on the beach, and Jamie had simply accepted that. But he knew Ben from the group of hustlers from the beach near the Oar House. Then he turned up at Adam's house for the photo sessions they had done, and participated heavily in two scenes with his brother the day before. Jamie started to worry, where was his little brother? He didn't even think about his nudity as he hurried back to the bedroom. Andrew was lying in the bed, gone back half to sleep with a sheet carelessly pulled halfway over him. Jamie pulled the sheet off and shook the boy fully awake. "Come on, you gotta get up now Drew!" he said with a real urgency in his voice. "What?" Andrew asked back, sleepily. "Tim didn't come back last night, I'm worried. We have to find him." Jamie really was worried. "He'll be alright, come on back to bed." Andrew didn't share Jamie's concern, but then he wasn't really awake either. Finally Jamie got his lover up and they both showered and dressed. To save time, they showered together, but Jamie rebuked Andrew when he wanted to get frisky. "We're doing this because we're in a hurry, dude. We can play later." "Promise?" "Oh yeah, I promise." They were headed out the front door as Mama waddled down the hallway toward the kitchen. "If you're going out, don't expect me to cook breakfast for you when you come back," she called after them. They were already out the door and on their way toward the street though. * * * Ben woke up first in the clearing where he and Tim had fallen asleep, at first he was confused about where he was -- and then he remembered the events of the night before. He had to pee very badly. He eased himself away from Tim and went into the woods to relieve himself. As Ben returned to the clearing, Tim was awake and raised himself up on both elbows. Ben dropped to his hands and knees, straddling Tim and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You're beautiful when you wake up, you know that?" he said as he backed away from his new lover. Tim brushed a few strands of grass from his hair and said, "You too, but your hair is a mess. Now get outta my way, I have to go piss." Ben let Tim up, and when he came back from relieving himself in the trees, the two boys joined hands again for the walk back up the beach toward civilization. From where they were in the park they couldn't see anyone else out for the entire length of the beach. Ben stopped Tim and pulled him in for a more passionate kiss. "We both need to brush our teeth," Tim said to Ben as they broke the kiss. "Let's go to Mama's and get cleaned up." Hand-in-hand, the boys continued down the beach. As they walked, a few people started coming out onto the sand, walking their dogs or having an early morning jog. Again, the boys were oblivious to the looks they got as they walked down the beach holding hands. When they got back to Mama's house, they went inside and found one set of dishes in the sink. The bedroom the boys shared was empty. It looked as if one of the beds had been slept in, but since they never made them except after washing the sheets, it was hard to tell. The boys showered, and Ben asked to use Tim's toothbrush -- figuring that if they had already swapped bodily fluids, that much wouldn't matter. "Where do you figure the other guys are?" Ben asked Tim. "I don't know, but I don't want to hang around here waiting for them." Tim had no idea that his brother was worried about where he had spent the night, and was out looking for him. "Want to go back to the beach?" "Sure, but I need to go back to Adam's first and get a change of clothes." "You can use some of mine," Tim told him. "I don't have a very big selection, though." Tim figured that even though Ben was a couple inches taller, it wouldn't matter because their waists were about the same size, and he would be wearing shorts to the beach anyway. Ben gratefully accepted the offer, as it would give them extra time together. He picked out a yellow muscle `t' and a pair of white shorts with a pair of bright-white bikini briefs underneath. The clothes he had picked set off the boy's dark skin tone very nicely. Tim dressed in green plaid boxers, a white Ocean Pacific t-shirt with the arms cut off and a pair of yellow shorts. Ben stuck his feet into his flip-flops, as Tim pulled a similar pair out of the closet and the two boys headed off to the beach. * * * Kyle lay in bed that morning next to Adam, who was lightly running his fingers over his hard 8" dick. He looked over at Adam and said, "The kid wants a piece of that dick you know." "Who? Ben?" Adam didn't really think that was who Kyle had meant. He had noticed the animosity that was fairly apparent between his 18 year old boy-toy and the 16 year old that he had recently recruited for his `photography' business. "No, the new kid we filmed yesterday. He couldn't stop staring at it, both at the pool while we were filming and in the shower afterwards. He was even pointing it out to the kid he was fucking." "Oh, you mean Andrew. Yeah, I noticed him watching you at the pool. Let's get the kid sucked in a little deeper before I start giving him scripted roles though. For now though, the looks he's giving Jamie tell me that he's fallen head over heels for that kid, and the way he performs for the camera with him is going to be a real money maker." "How much do you figure you'll get from the film we made yesterday?" Kyle asked. Adam knew better than to let this boy know too much about his business though, "Oh don't worry, I'll get a good return on my investment." This pissed Kyle off. He wanted to meet some of the people on the distribution end of Adam's porn network. It was obvious to him from Adam's lifestyle how much money he was making from the pictures and videos that he filmed, but every time he asked about it, Adam shut him down. He also didn't agree that he should wait to try to get that big dick of his inside Andrew. To him the boy was just another little whore, and he intended to treat him that way -- make him understand his place. * * * Jamie and Andrew had picked the wrong way to walk up the beach in their search for Tim. They had headed north, away from the park and more toward Adam's home in Ashton Hills, but they both knew they wouldn't be able to get that far up the beach -- there were security guards at the borders to the exclusive community to keep outsiders away and the beaches private. Jamie had no idea which way his brother had headed off on his walk with Ben the previous evening, but in his mind, this was the most logical way to go, even if he didn't know whether or not Ben would have been able to get them past the guards. As they passed the deck of the Oar House, Andrew asked "Is that it?" "What?" Jamie was a little too lost in his thoughts about where Tim was and what might have happened to him even to notice where they were, as they walked side-by-side up the beach. "The bar where you pick guys up for money," Andrew explained what he was asking about. "Yeah, that's it," Jamie answered, looking to see where they were. There was no one around at this time of the morning. The deck was empty, and the hustlers that were about on the beach every evening were nowhere to be seen. He thought back to the first time he had come here. That was the night he learned that he could make more money down here than he could from hustling the tourists for handouts. He had given a blow job to a guy that looked around 40 under the deck for $20, and it only took about five minutes for him to get the old guy off. The guy hadn't cum in his mouth, that wasn't part of the deal for only $20, but some of the man's spunk had got on his leg as he pulled his dick out of Jamie's mouth and jacked himself to completion. Had Ben brought Tim here after they split up last night? It had been Ben that showed him what the signal was that the men from the gay bar used to indicate that they wanted one of the boys to come and meet them under the deck. Had he brought Tim here and taught him the same thing? He still didn't really accept Ben as a member of their little extended family, because he didn't know what his true motives were. Andrew slapped Jamie lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand. "What are you thinking about?" Jamie answered honestly, "The first night I came here. It was Ben that showed me what the signal is that one of the men from the bar wants someone to meet them under the deck. I'm wondering if he brought Tim here last night after they left us." "Meet them under the deck? Why?" Andrew showed off a little of his naivety. "To give them a blow job, or maybe for a quick fuck." Andrew got it now, "For money you mean." It was a statement though, not a question. "Yeah Drew, for money." "Think about it though, that wouldn't make sense. We made $2000 a piece yesterday making those movies." Andrew's mind was working a little better now. "You're right I guess," Jamie admitted, and the boys turned around and headed back down the beach to `hotel row.' * * * Tim and Ben wandered up and down the boardwalk that ran along the row of hotels. They had both stripped off their shirts and tucked them into their shorts so they wouldn't have to carry them. As they passed the Adam's Mark Tower, they noticed that some of the same group they had played volleyball with the previous evening were out on the beach again. One of the girls called them over and asked if they wanted to play again. The boys readily accepted, and took positions on the opposite sides of the net to keep the teams even. As they played, a brown haired girl with a nice tan stood next to Ben. She was wearing a skimpy bikini swim suit that barely covered her up. They both dove for a spike that had come very close to both of them in the back row, and as they got up; the girl asked Ben, "You guys are boy friends, aren't you?" Ben gave confirmation in his answer, "So -- what if we are?" "Nothing," the girl said back. "I just saw you holding hands on the beach last night after I got back from dinner. I thought it was cute. Ben just gave her a sly little grin. "You're both cute," she continued. "Do you like girls too?" "Not to have sex with," Ben answered her. "That's too bad," she told him. "I'd have liked to done a three-way with you." * * * Jamie and Andrew had made it back to hotel row, and as they approached the volleyball game, Ben spotted them before they saw either him or Tim, and called them over. Jamie and Andrew both joined the game for a little while, until most of the other youths got tired. The four boys joined a group of them on a large blanket that was spread out on the sand, and were invited to join in a picnic lunch of sandwiches, chips and sodas that the tourists had brought down to the beach with them. After they ate, Andrew, who had also worn white bikini style underwear under his shorts decided that he wanted to go for a swim. They could easily pass for a swim suit he thought, considering what some of the tourists were wearing, so he stripped off his shorts and ran down into the warm ocean water. When the boy came out of the water a short time later and rejoined the others on the blanket, the brown haired girl who had been talking to Ben earlier leaned over and whispered to him, "I don't think those were meant to be a swim suit." "What do you mean?" he asked. "They turn see-through when they get wet. Your boyfriend seems to like it though," she said as she nodded over toward Jamie, who was staring at his groin, and whose own shorts were showing signs of a growing erection. Andrew looked down and saw that what the girl had told him was very true. The bikini underwear had turned quite translucent once they were wet, and anyone who looked could clearly see everything he had through them. As he looked around, he noticed a cute brown haired boy, who looked very much like the girl next to him staring at his equipment as well. She noticed him looking and again whispered into his ear, "That's my twin brother, Michael. He likes guys as much as I do." Jamie glanced around and noticed that Michael, not to mention a few of the girls in the group had zeroed in on his boyfriend's dick and started to get a little jealous. "Come on," he told them. "We need to get home." None of the other boys argued, and the four boys all got up to leave. Much to Jamie's chagrin, Andrew carried his shorts and t-shirt in his hand and walked away from the beach wearing just his shoes and the now see-through underwear. "Christ," he sighed. "We'll probably all get arrested... * * * Okay, two pretty tame chapters in a row, but I needed that. The canyons of my mind have slowly been refilling themselves though, so look for something steamier than you're used to seeing on Guiding Light coming up very soon. 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, but I'm beginning to accept it now.