Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 14:43:37 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Life just isn't fair chapter 21 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 or read about 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. 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! 5. This is all my own work so please don't copy it or sell it to other sites without asking me first! Apologies for the delay. What with holidays, a summer job and a strict new football (soccer) coach, I've hardly had anytime to spend with Jack, let alone write this stuff. Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair. "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!" Chapter 21. We spent the next couple of minutes regaining our senses. I had never felt so contented that all I wanted to do was cuddle up and fall asleep. I snuck an arm around Sam who had slid next to me and snuggled into his warm body, resting my head on his chest. I felt Martin get up and leave, but was distracted by Sam's hand, stroking my back gently. "What happens now then?" I asked him. "As I said Andy, it's entirely up to you," Sam replied. "You can do as much or as little as you want to, but whatever you do, I'll make sure you get your fair cut." Money. Sam brought the whole thing crashing back to earth again. Was I really ready to become a boy slut, having sex with people for money? "I'll think hard about it Sam, I really will," I said. "I will pose for you and Harry for pictures, but that's it at the moment." I could sense the disappointment in Sam's body. "I'm not ruling out more, just that I need to get my head round it okay?" I countered. Sam continued his stroking of my naked body. "No problem Andy," Sam said. "I just hope that I still get to enjoy you occasionally while you make up your mind." I felt myself grow hard. He still wanted me for me. "Sam, um, well I know what Martin said about him and Harry..." I started. Sam nodded. "Well, could we, maybe like, have, um, if, if, you want to of course, um, something, maybe possibly, like they have?" I finally stammered out. Sam pulled away from me and looked deep into my eyes. "You want to have a relationship with me?" Sam asked. I flushed. I felt warm all over in the fact he'd recognised what I wanted. "Um, yeah please," I simpered. Sam looked at me, and his expression grew flinty and hard. "Andy, there's something you have to know about me," he started. "I have a few convictions against my name for various things, and there's no way that I could ever try to foster you. The powers that be simply wouldn't allow it." I'd already guessed he was a criminal from other things that had happened today, and went ahead and took a plunge anyway. "Well what about Jan?" I asked. "What about Jan?" Sam asked. "Couldn't she like, maybe, take me in and then we could see each other whenever we wanted to?" Sam looked at me. "She's already taken you in." "I mean properly, like foster me or something," I said. "Harry said you and he help kids like me, and fix them up with foster parents. If you got Jan to take me in, we could be together whenever you wanted," I looked down at my chest for a moment, "unless you don't want to of course." A tear trickled from my eye as I thought about the possibility of being all alone again. Suddenly I was in Sam's arms again. "If you want to stay with us, I'll sort it Andy," Sam said softly. I felt his chest heave slightly and looked up at him. I was surprised to see moisture in his eyes. I hugged him tighter. We stayed like that for a few minutes, before Harry wandered back into the studio. "Guys you need to get dressed," Harry said, throwing our clothes at us. "My next appointment is due in fifteen." Sam tickled me in the ribs to get me moving and I squealed as I escaped from him. I grabbed my shorts and decided to go commando and pulled my baseball top over my head. Sam was almost comical as he realised that his shirt was in no fit state, so he grabbed a shirt from a rail that Harry had set up in the studio. It was an awful Hawaiian style short sleeved shirt that look like someone had been violently ill on it. I was trying my best not to laugh as we wandered back to the office, and upon entering, I was pleased that Martin was the first to crack up at the shirt. Sam looked like he'd taken offence and stalked out to talk to Harry. I grabbed a coke and sat down, noticing that Martin was gazing at me intently. "So you gonna hang around or not?" he asked me almost belligerently. I was taken aback slightly by his tone and tried to stare him down. I lost. "Sam and Harry have done more for me than anyone else in this world, and I won't allow anyone to hurt them," the boy said. I relaxed. "I've asked Sam to try to get Jan to foster me so I can stay," I said. A big grin broke out on Martin's face and he jumped over the desk to grab me in a bear hug, covering my face with kisses. "YES!" He shouted. "We're gonna be like brothers or something, I know it!" I was infected by his enthusiasm and happily allowed his hands to roam my body, but stopped him before he reached anywhere private. "I'm knackered and need a rest Marty," I begged. I felt him stiffen against me. I looked into his face and saw tears running down his cheeks. "What?" I asked. "What have I done wrong?" I begged, not understanding. Martin burst into tears and collapsed into me. I held the boy as he sobbed into my chest and I felt his whole body shake. "His dad used to call him that," I heard Harry say from behind me. I looked round and saw both Sam and Harry stood behind me, having come back to the office, both looking concerned at Martin's collapse. Harry picked the boy out of my arms and carried him away. I felt awful at causing so much pain to him, and felt myself well up. Sam opened his arms and I got up and ran into them. "You didn't know so don't worry," Sam cooed to me. "His Dad was a total fucking cunt to him, and called him Marty as he thought it would make him sound like a girl." "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset him," I blubbed. "I wan him to be my friend," I sobbed. "I know you didn't," Sam said. "His dad hurt him bad though, and I thought he was getting over it, but I guess we're not as far along as we thought." I looked up at Sam, who was stroking my hair. "Can I ask what happened?" Sam looked at me for a moment, before setting us both down on the settee. "Well, he has told you a little about it already, but that really only touched the surface. His dad raped him on many occasions, not only with his dick, but when he couldn't keep his erection, he used various things on Martin's backside. I'm not going into them all, but from what you've told Jan, you've used a couple yourself." I blushed, and then remembered Bobby using the zucchini. "Was it like what Bobby did to me?" I asked Sam. "Worse. Try something twice as big in a lad two years younger than yourself." A sob escaped my mouth as I wondered what pain he must have felt. "How did he get away? What happened?" I asked. "As Martin said, he ran away before his dad went too far. He tried to survive on the streets, but it's a cruel world out there kiddo," Sam looked at me. "Please don't leave us without telling us. If you ever want to leave, let me know and I'll sort something else out for you okay? I nodded back and hugged him. "I picked him up one night, as I was lonely, and took him to my bed. I heard his story, as I always ask as I want to help lads on the street, and my heart melted towards him, and I set him up with Harry." "What about his Dad?" I asked sensing the story didn't stop with Harry fostering the lad. "Martin doesn't know most of this so you can't tell him okay!" Sam said. I nodded my promise, also crossing my heart in the old fashioned child's promise. "I found him." Sam said bluntly. "I found him, and got him to confess what he'd done. I then let him experience how it must have felt for Martin." "How?" I blurted out. "I had already thought about it, and didn't know about the size difference so I thought about the baseball bat I'd taken along to break the guy's legs. So after I'd broken his legs, I used it on another part of his body." I winced and recoiled in horror. I could sense Sam thought he'd told me too much, so I hugged into him again. "He definitely felt that!" Sam said with a cruel laugh. "He begged for it to stop, but I remembered Martin telling me how on one occasion, his dad and his buddies had raped him over and over for something like three hours. I made sure he felt that pain." I was shocked at hearing the extent of Martin's abuse. It was way worse than mine, and I teared up again. "What did you do with him afterwards?" I snuffled out. "You really want to know kiddo?" Sam asked. "It may change your opinion of me." I nodded, sniffing into his chest. "Let's just say that Martin never need to worry about his dad ever bothering him again. There's a nice pot of flowers where I left him." I somehow knew that this outcome was coming, and so it didn't upset me. I felt a warm glow that Sam had protected Martin, and the fact that he'd killed Martin's dad didn't bother me. I then remembered the guy I'd stabbed in the bar and felt bile rise through my throat. I pulled away from Sam and ran looking for the bathroom. I burst through the door and chucked my guts into the basin. Sam was a few steps behind me. He pulled some paper towels, wet them and mopped my forehead, helping me feel better. "That weren't about you," I heaved out. "I just remembered that bloke I stabbed earlier." "It's okay hun," Sam said. We went back to the office and found Harry and Martin back there. I broke away from Sam and engulfed Martin in a hug. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know," I told him. "You'll always be Martin to me now bro." Martin pecked me on the cheek. "It's okay, I'm back again. It just catches me every now and then." "So Sam, are you gonna look after these two horn dogs while I go snap my next client?" Harry asked. Sam laughed and hugged the pair of us into him. "So which photoshoot is this one?" Sam asked. "Ah, it's the kid who has the chance for the Next Directory job. Good looking, almost perfect body for being a clothing model. Name's Harley something, it's in my notes over there," Harry replied. I jerked slightly at Harry's description. I knew a kid called Harley, who was a cutie. He was in the year above me, and used to get the mickey taken out of him for his name, until he befriended Bobby and Jay. That stopped all the bullying as no-one messed with Bobby's gang. Oh, Bobby! Everytime I think I'm going to get over him, something reminds me of him. I did have a sudden thought though and turned to Martin. "Um, Martin," I started as we were walking to and got in the elevator. "Why aren't you at school today? I know I'm not because I'm still a runaway, but if you're all fostered up and everything..." Martin grinned at me. "My school knew that I'm a model and occasionally have to take the odd day off from school to further my career!" Sam tickled him, "If they only knew how far you were taking IT eh kiddo!" We all cracked up at the innuendo, and were still giggling when the doors opened at the reception area. Sam and Martin both walked past the two people who stood aside for us, but my eyes were immediately drawn to the teenage boy who was stood next to his mother, waiting for us to vacate the lift. The boy glanced at me, and as I put my head down to walk past him, I could sense him do a double take at me. "Andy?" the boy said. "Andy Mitchell?" I couldn't help but freeze at the sound of his voice. End of chapter 21. Well, who is the boy who has recognized our Andy? Is it going to cause any trouble for him, Sam and the others? Hope you all enjoyed this chapter despite the lack of sex in it. I felt that I wanted to get more into the background of Martin, and develop Sam and Andy's relationship a bit further, so sorry to all you horny devils out there. I'll try to make it up to you, honest.