This is not my first writing attempt, although assuming that I manage to finish it, 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 allowing me to bounce ideas off him and providing many helpful suggestions as well as the encouragement that has actually gotten me this far.
It may still be difficult to imagine, but this is in fact going to turn out to be a love story. That should start to be a little clearer very soon. It does 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 get around to pointing 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.
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The House on Lora Avenue Chapter Three
Tim came back with Jamie's electric clippers, a can of shaving cream, a razor, a bowl of warm water and a towel. He picked up the remaining two pieces of rope that Jamie had not used to bind Andrew, put the loops around Andrew's ankles and then tied them off to the bottom of the bed, making sure that they were tight and had his legs stretched out. He didn't want Andrew moving around too much when he put his plan into action; it wouldn't do to have him getting cut before they took him to have pictures taken. He didn't want to start this while Andrew was still asleep. He was afraid that the boy would wake up startled and move around, causing him to get cut, even though he had the bonds as tight as he was able to make them, and he certainly planned to be careful. He gently shook Andrew to wake him up.
At first Andrew was confused - where was he? Why was he naked? Why was he tied up? He felt wetness under his ass and he wondered about that as well. Then he remembered where he was and what had happened. Something was different now. The same smells were still in the air, the same light was coming in through the open window, Jamie was still lying dead to the world on the bed next to him, his hands were still tied... That was all the same -- wait; but now his legs were tied too and Tim was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. He realized what the wetness was that he felt underneath him. It was Jamie's sperm leaking back out of his ass. He was sore, in more than one place. It all suddenly came back to him. But why were his legs tied now? Andrew looked up at Tim, looking over him. He too was naked and his dick was hard, Andrew could see that much, but he saw little more because of the shadows the dim light was casting.
Tim's hand was on his stomach, gently moving around. While Tim didn't mean it that way, it felt very sensual and erotic to Andrew. Tim was just trying to make sure that Andrew was awake. As Tim's hand slid lower and brushed against the exposed tip of Andrew's dick, which was poking out from his foreskin, the reaction throughout Andrew's body let Tim know that the boy was awake now. It was time to put his plan into action.
Tim leaned down and put his head next to Andrew's. "Be still Andrew, I'm not going to hurt you." He spoke in a quiet and soothing tone. Andrew believed him, but was still confused by the situation.
"What are you doing then? Are you going to untie me?" Andrew of course asked the questions foremost in his mind.
Tim considered this for a moment. If Andrew was willing enough, he could untie him. He didn't want to deal with the boy trying to fight him, that much was certain. Then again, there was still enough room for Andrew to be able to move around and fight against what he was planning. It wasn't as if he was stretched out on a medieval rack or something. It would be better if he could get the boy to cooperate with him. He spoke quietly into Andrew's ear, "Yeah, I'll untie you. But you have to be quiet, and you have to do what I tell you. It's really important, and I'll explain it all later. Okay?"
Andrew nodded. He was uncomfortable like this, he didn't want to stay tied up and he wanted to get his ass out of that wet spot.
Tim got up, walked across the room and turned on a small lamp. It didn't light up the room very much, but it was a lot brighter than it had been. He came back to the bed and first untied Andrew's feet, then his hands. When he leaned over Andrew to reach the rope securing his left hand, which was toward the inside of the bed, Andrew could feel Tim's hard dick pressing against his ribs.
When Tim was finished untying Andrew the boy sat up and rubbed his wrists. Tim handed him the towel he had brought from the bathroom so he would at least be sitting in someplace that was dry. He sat back down on the side of the bed next to Andrew. Tim thought to himself, `Yeah, just like Jamie to leave the poor kid lying in the wet spot. What an asshole.' Tim rubbed around the boy's ankles and asked him softly, "Are you okay?"
Andrew nodded that he was. Tim guessed that maybe he was still afraid to talk, which was partially true. "Dude, you can talk to me. Just keep it low so we don't wake anybody up, okay?"
Andrew sighed. "So what are you going to do to me now?" He looked down at Tim's hard dick. It was a little shorter than Jamie's; about the same length as his own. It sure looked a lot thicker. That scared Andrew more than if it had been longer. He thought is asshole had already been stretched to the limit by Jamie's dick that night; he sure didn't want to try to take anything larger.
"Nothing dude, nothing much. I promise I won't hurt you, but I need you to help me out with something." How was he going to explain this to Andrew? After a moment's thought, he decided that he might as well just tell the boy the truth. "Well, it's like this. We're out of cash and we're out of food. We have to do something to get more money, and there's this guy that will pay us to let him take pictures of us. We're going to go see him tomorrow."
"What does this have to do with me?" Andrew didn't yet understand that Tim meant that he was going too. He was from a wealthy family; he was used to being taken care of and not having to work for his money. Well, that was before he had run away. He hadn't had to do anything too terribly bad before Jamie and Tim had taken him in. He had finally run out of money just before he met them, and that was why he had stolen the bike.
"I need you to go with us. You're going to have to have pictures taken too." Tim was trying to be gentle.
"You mean like a portrait or something, right?" Andrew still wasn't getting it.
"No dude, not like a family portrait."
"Then what is it?" It still hadn't hit him.
"Because we're going to be naked dude, do you understand? We're going to go to a guy's house, and he's is going to take pictures of us all naked. And I need to get you ready before we go."
Andrew understood that. This wasn't going to be a family portrait. He wouldn't be wearing a suit and tie. He now understood that he wasn't going to be wearing anything at all. "Why do I have to do this?"
Tim wasn't drawing a blank on that one. He knew exactly how to answer. "You are one of us now; you gotta earn your keep. We're all out of money, and we're all out of food. The deal here is we keep food in the house for Mama, and we get a place to stay. We don't do that, we get thrown out. How much time have you really spent on the street?"
That question really hit home with Andrew. He really hadn't spent any time on the street. He'd made his way since he ran away staying in cheap motels that just trusted that your drunk parents were out in the car, or whatever other story he happened to make up at the time. The night that Jamie and Tim had found him he had finally run out of money. Out of desperation he had stolen the bike to sell so as to get money for one more night in the motel. After a short conversation getting to know each other, the brothers had offered him a place to stay. He had even had his own double-sized bed to himself up until a little earlier that night, even if it was in the same room with the other two boys. "So what do you want me to do?" he asked. "What do you do to get me ready?"
Tim didn't even hesitate at that. "I'm going to shave you."
Again, Andrew didn't get it. "I don't have to shave yet."
"Not where you're thinking." Tim really hoped he wouldn't have to explain in that much detail what he wanted to do. He saw a look of realization in Andrew's face. Yeah, the boy got it.
"I don't want to do that though." Andrew really didn't want to lose the small patch of pubes that he had.
"Trust me dude. We gotta get some cash, and without the hair you'll look younger. That will be worth more money."
Andrew sighed. He knew he had to help out. If this was the only way they could get money and keep a place to stay he had to do it. Besides, if he didn't do it he'd be out on the street anyway with no money, no food and no place to go. "So what do I do?"
"Just lay back. I'll take care of everything else."
Tim turned on Jamie's small, battery powered clippers and started taking off Andrew's pubes. It only took a couple passes with the clippers, and Tim brushed away the hair. Andrew squirmed involuntarily at the erotic feeling of Tim's fingers as they brushed his groin. He was left with just a small patch of stubble now. Tim squirted a little of the foam out onto his fingers and rubbed it around over the little patch of stubble. He noticed that Andrew had gotten about half way hard. His own dick was still completely hard; he hadn't done anything about that yet. Maybe he'd save it for tomorrow at Adam's house, and fuck the shit out of Jamie. He wasn't sure yet that he wanted to do that much on film or not. He reached for the razor and bowl of water. He checked to make sure the water was still warm. He dipped the razor in it and started to shave Andrew. About two minutes later he was done. He got another towel from the bathroom and wiped up Andrew's crotch. The boy was completely bald down there now. Tim ran his hand over the smooth skin. "How's that feel Andrew?"
"Weird. Really strange, but nice." He ran his own hand around the smooth skin where his pubic hair had just been. Then he did something Tim really didn't expect. He reached over without any hesitation and grasped Tim's dick. "You gonna do anything about... this?"
"Well I was thinking about it... You want to help out with it?"
Andrew smiled up at him, "Yeah, I do." He slid down on the bed until his head was even with Tim's crotch. He stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of Tim's cock head.
"Come on over here," Tim said, indicating the other bed. "There's more room."
He turned out the lamp on the way, and Andrew joined him on the other bed. He sat back against the headboard and Andrew crawled up between his legs. Just a couple hours ago Andrew wouldn't have ever thought he was going to do this, but now he was willingly going to suck another guy's dick. He'd really loved what Jamie's mouth had done to him earlier and he hoped he'd be able to give Tim that same kind of pleasure. He took Tim into his mouth, and sucked as far down the shaft as he could. When the tip of Tim's dick reached the entrance to his throat he started to gag and backed off.
"Just take what you can," Tim told him. "Don't try to take more than you can handle, and watch your teeth."
Andrew continued to lick and suck up and down Tim's shaft, and then moved down to Tim's balls. He sucked them both into his mouth. There was a little bit of hair on them, and Andrew wasn't crazy about that, but he kept on sucking on them. This was one of Tim's favorite things, and he was glad that Jamie had shown this trick to little Andrew. `Little Andrew?' What was he thinking? The boy was four inches taller than him. His dick was equally as long, but with less girth. Andrew moved back to Tim's shaft, and energetically sucked him. He used one hand to hold Tim's dick and jack what he couldn't get into his mouth, while with the other he fondled Tim's balls and massaged around his hole. He had gone on like that for about five minutes when he sensed a change in Tim's nuts. They'd drawn up tighter, closer to his body. It was then that Tim warned him that he was about to cum.
Andrew thought about this very quickly. Did he pull off, or let Tim cum into his mouth? If he let Tim cum in his mouth, did he spit or swallow? He'd tasted his own spunk once before when he jacked off, and it was sort of a bitter salty taste, but it wasn't bad. Before he could make up his mind though, Tim convulsively lifted his groin and started to shoot. He blasted into the back of Andrew's mouth, and caught semi-off guard, Andrew started to swallow. Well, that decision had been made for him now. He tried to keep up, but there was too much spunk. Some leaked out of his mouth and dripped down onto Tim's pubic area. When Tim had finished cumming and fallen back, Andrew licked up what he hadn't swallowed the first time. Tim's spunk tasted sweeter than his own.
Tim slid down and met Andrew in a warm embrace. As they kissed, Tim could taste his spunk on Andrew's tongue. They lay back on the bed, face to face and holding each other. As they went to sleep, Andrew was smiling.
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