Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 19:50:07 -0400 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: The House on Lora Avenue - Chapter Ten 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 all of 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. This chapter is brought to you by the verb "walk." 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 use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Postage is due upon receipt. 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 Ten Andrew sat up, startled as the figure approached him from the trees. In the dim moonlight he couldn't make out who it was, he knew he recognized the voice, but where did he know it from? Remembering he was naked, and suddenly becoming modest, Andrew put his hands into his lap to cover himself. "Aw, getting shy on me now are you?" the figure asked as he came closer. Even with the warm, gentle breeze blowing in off the ocean, the smell of semen in the little clearing was strong. Andrew could see that the body making its way closer to him was ominously naked now. He could see the outline of the boy's, no, man's body coming nearer. He could see the silhouette a set of balls hanging down between this person's legs. That meant that the man's dick must be hard. Andrew was becoming more worried with each passing second. "Stay away from me, I'll scream." It was a lame attempt, but he had to try something. If he had to run, his shorts and shoes were too far away and he'd have to run down the beach naked. He hadn't been all that embarrassed earlier walking home, the see-through bikinis showing off everything he had, but this would be different. If he had to run he would lose everything -- all his clothes and his money -- his money was still in the pocket of his shorts. He couldn't leave without them. Not naked, not without his money. He couldn't run. * * * The boys made idle small talk as they circled the blocks of storefronts and restaurants lining the streets around the beach, looking for Andrew. The other two boys were simply trying to assuage Jamie's concerns. He was worried about the stupid argument he and Andrew had had, about where the boy had gone and what had happened to him. Ben was walking between the two brothers as they walked down the short block that ran between the streets running parallel to the beach for the third time. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed one of each of their arms, stopping them. "You see that?" he asked. Neither of the brothers caught on at first to what he was talking about. "What?" they asked, as if in stereo. He pointed to the car parked by the curb. "The car," he said. "That's Adam's car." "But what does that have to do with anything?" Tim asked. Ben now had as ominous a feeling in the pit of his stomach as Jamie had all along, but he was at a loss to explain why. "We better split up," he said. "We'll have a better chance of finding him that way." Jamie agreed, and while he headed north, toward the Oar House, Ben and Tim went south, toward the state park where they had spent the night the previous evening. The two boys were walking quickly along the firm sand of the beach, although they weren't entirely sure why. As they approached the border to the park, they spotted a solitary figure, wearing only shorts and shoes walking toward them. Both their hearts leaped, could they have found Andrew this easily? As they got closer though, they were able to tell that, while the boy approaching them was the right height, his shoulders were a little broader, and he was carrying a t-shirt. When they were about ten feet from him, the moonlight reflecting off the ocean twenty yards away was enough that they could make out that he was one of the boys from the group on the beach that day. "Hey," Ben greeted him. "We're looking for one of our friends. He was with us earlier when we saw you back by the hotel. His name is Andrew, have you seen him?" "Yeah," the boy replied. They were close enough in the moonlight to see that he was blushing deeply as he told them this. "He's up there," he said as he pointed back toward the park. "There's a little clearing. He said he was going to stay there." Then the boy ran back up the beach toward the hotels. Tim told Ben, "I told Andrew where we slept out last night. It has to be the same place." The two boys moved quickly toward the clearing, and upon getting to the trees surrounding it, they slowed. Two figures were in the clearing, and they heard Andrew whimpering with fear. When he saw what was happening, Ben pushed Tim back and quietly whispered to him, "Quick, you have to go get Jamie. I'll take care of things here as much as I can, but you need to get Jamie. Run." Tim didn't want to leave, but Ben pushed him again and quietly hissed "GO!" This time, Tim did as he was told. * * * The shadowy figure kneeled down before Andrew, and pushed back on his chest. This caused him to put his arms back to catch himself and uncover his crotch. A hand reached down, grabbed his balls and squeezed. It wasn't a gentle, fondling squeeze though. It was hard, almost mean. The figure before him leaned into him, keeping a firm grip on his balls. All of a sudden Andrew was able to make out who it was in the dim moonlight that made its way through the trees. "Kyle!" he gasped. "Yeah," Kyle's voice had a menacing tone. "I'm glad your little friend got you ready for me," he said. "I'm not going to..." Andrew started as he tried to sit back up. "Oh yes you are!" And Kyle pushed Andrew back again, hard. It was enough so that as his back hit the grass, his legs came up slightly, and Kyle grabbed them -- pushing them back, Andrew's knees now over his chest. Kyle moved closer, eying the hole that awaited him, a darker spot against the paleness of Andrew's ass in the moonlight. He moved up so he could put Andrew's legs over his shoulders for leverage, and free one of his hands to guide the huge, 8" penis toward its target. "You stared at it enough; I know how much you want it." As the tip pressed against his hole and started to press, Andrew clenched his hole as tightly shut as he could, but Kyle kept at him. "If you make me force it, this is going to be a lot harder on you," Kyle hissed down at him. Andrew remembered some of the things Jamie had told him, about how fighting it would make it worse, how to push back against his dick to help accept it into him, and how much a dick as large as Kyle's would hurt him with his inexperience. Kyle reached out with the hand he wasn't using to hold his dick to try to penetrate Andrew -- and slapped Andrew hard, in the face. The force of the blow pushed the boy's head back to the ground, and Kyle shoved his way forward, using the force of the blow to aid him in his penetration. He wanted this boy so badly... Andrew's naturally youthful features, accentuated by the shaved pubic region... it turned him on so much more than Adam did. As Andrew looked back up, he felt a stabbing pain at his asshole. Kyle was forcing his way in. The spit and loosening up from his session with Michael and the cum he had left behind were making it impossible for him to keep the thick 8" monster out of him. As he was nearly despondent and tears began leaking out of his eyes, Andrew saw a shadowy figure running silently across the grass toward them. There was a glint of silver in the moonlight, as a hand came down on the back of Kyle's neck. He heard a loud explosion and saw a flash of light behind Kyle's head that blinded him. Then Kyle collapsed on top of him, the head of his dick still dug into Andrew's hole. Someone rolled Kyle's body off of him, and Kyle's cock head emerged from Andrew's asshole with an audible popping noise. Andrew was still blinded from the bright flash, and was having trouble hearing from the explosion a moment before. "Get up, I said!" There was a familiarity to the voice, and an insistence that told him to do as it said. "We have to get out of here! Quick!" Andrew barely heard it above the ringing in his ears. He felt a hand take hold of his arm, and then his shorts were placed into his hands by his still unknown rescuer. "Put them on, now! You can worry about your shoes later," the voice said again, no less urgently. As soon as Andrew had done what he was told and had his zipper up, a hand grabbed his and pulled him down to the beach and back toward hotel row. "Don't worry about your shoes," he was told. "I have them. You can put them on later. Right now I just want to get you away from here." The ringing in his ears had finally subsided to the point that Andrew finally recognized the voice, it was Tim's newly-found boyfriend (`was boyfriend really the right word?' he quickly thought), Ben. All sorts of questions were running through his head, but for now he just held onto Ben's hand and let himself be led down the beach, his eyes still fuzzy from the light of the explosion. `What was that, anyway?' he wondered. After a few minutes dragging Andrew down the beach by his hand, Ben slowed, and asked Andrew if he was alright. "Yeah, I guess I am, but what happened back there?" Andrew was still pretty confused. "Don't worry, I'll explain everything as soon as we find Tim and Jamie," he said. It was almost twenty minutes later when they met up with Tim and Jamie coming down the beach toward them. As soon as Andrew was able to tell it was them, he ran and jumped into Jamie's arms, giving him a fierce hug and kissing him deeply on the lips. As soon as their lips parted, Jamie asked, "What happened to you? I was so worried," as Jamie said this; the concern in Jamie's face was obvious to Andrew in the moonlight, who had now also fully recovered his vision. "I'll explain it all to you in a little while, first we need to get to some place safe though," Ben told them. "We can go back to Mama's house?" Tim said, more as a question than anything else. "Yeah, we can go there. It ought to be safe," Ben said. "I doubt that Kyle will know where to find us if he even wants to look." [Hmm -- doesn't quite match the following revelation. How about "But Kyle may have an idea where to find us if he wants to look for us that bad"] Jamie, Tim and Andrew had got used to thinking that they were safe in the room they shared in Mama's house. But they were disillusioned when Ben told them that it wasn't at all as safe as they had thought. "You guys ought to know, I watched you through the window sometimes." They were all very surprised by this revelation. "How much did you see?" Jamie was the first to ask. "Pretty much everything," Ben answered. "I saw you and Tim with each other, and then you and Andrew..." "You saw that?" Jamie asked. "Yeah, I did, I watched later too when Tim shaved him." At this point Ben got a very sheepish grin on his face, and blushed for the first time that any of the others could remember. Remembering the night a few evenings before when he had thought he heard voices, Tim asked "Have you ever been watching with anyone before?" Ben had to be completely honest -- "No," he said. "But Kyle did pick me up just down the street." "We better get going," Jamie said -- and they all agreed. As they left the beach, Tim told Ben that he had a lot of explaining to do once they got back to the house on Lora Avenue. * * * 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 more and more uncomfortable.