This is not my first writing attempt, although assuming that I manage to finish it -- which I have full intentions of doing, 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.
I would also like to thank Raging Bull Red Zinfandel for much of this chapter.
Those of you have written to say thanks or that you have been enjoying the story, I appreciate hearing from you. Those of you who haven't, I would appreciate hearing from.
It should start to be easier to figure out beginning with this installment that this is going to turn out to be a love story. This chapter is going to be a bit shorter than the previous ones, but it came to a point where Mike and I both agreed it would be better to leave it off and start with a new one, so here you have it. It does contain graphic depictions of sex between young males and not necessarily always consensual (though I think that part's over now), 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.
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The House on Lora Avenue Chapter Five
The boys finished off their beers and Tim helped Ben dispose of the bottles. When they got back, they found that Adam had decided to start off with a solo of Andrew stripping his clothes off in an erotic sort of strip-tease. Kyle was behind the video camera, which was now off the tripod. Tim noticed that Andrew really seemed to be getting into performing for the camera. Adam even remarked that he seemed to be a natural.
Adam had him start by taking off his tennis shoes. Then he did several close-up shots of the boy's feet. He explained that there were a lot of guys out there with foot-fetishes that would want to see that. Jamie, ever tactful and eloquent, had to comment on that, "fuckin' weirdos."
"Be nice," Adam told him. "Ultimately it's their money that's going into your pocket this afternoon."
"Yeah, well I met one of those freaks a couple weeks ago. He kept wanting to suck my toes. Fucking sicko, dude." Jamie admitted this and glanced over at Tim who was giving him a strange look. Oh fuck,' he thought. Now I'll have to explain that one.' Tim let him slide for the moment, but he knew he would ask the questions would come later. It was getting to the point where he almost thought he'd better start making a list.
Adam continued directing Andrew, next having him slowly pull his shirt up and over his head. He had Andrew lay back on one of the lounge chairs, and went over and adjusted the legs of Andrew's shorts so that he could get some good shots up the legs of his pants. As he did this, Andrew spread his legs open more and at one point lifted his butt up off the lounge chair as if trying to make Adam touch his dick. When he did that, it caused Adam to pull his hand back quickly as a reflex, and made Andrew giggle almost uncontrollably. When Adam was done with those shots, he had Andrew unbutton his shorts, and slowly lower them, then kick them away. Andrew was now left in just the skimpy blue thong. His half-hard member was pulling the fabric slightly away from his skin.
Adam and Ben both let out a "Nice!" comment at so close to the same moment that it sounded like stereo to the others.
Adam had Andrew pose in a variety of shots, showing off his front, his back, bending over to show his ass -- holding his ass cheeks apart -- and then had the boy pull his dick out of the side of the thong and jack it to its full hardness before having him remove the thong. While Adam directed Andrew's posing, the other three boys opened more beers and watched the show. When the thong finally came off, and Adam saw Andrew's hairless groin, he actually gasped. "Wow," he said. "Is that naturally like that?" He had Kyle do a close up shot up and down the boy's body with the video camera.
"No, Tim shaved me this morning. He said he thought you'd like it better that way." At Andrew's response everyone turned and looked at Tim, who blushed deeply and got a sheepish grin on his face that he couldn't get rid of.
Ben grabbed Tim's dick though the shorts he was wearing and said "Pervert." Naturally, this did nothing to help Tim's blushing -- or his growing erection.
Adam then had Jamie do the same sort of strip show that he had just had Andrew do, only when Jamie was down to his boxers, Adam had him pull his dick through the fly of the boxers and jack himself before telling him to take them off. Tim was wondering about his decision to free-ball it now... Adam obviously liked getting some erotic underwear poses as he did his photo sessions as much as he did the foot fetish shots.
Adam then asked what the other boys would think about Ben joining them in the photo shoot. Tim quickly answered once again for all of them, "Hell no, that would be absolutely fucking hot." Another deep blush and grin that he couldn't get rid of immediately followed.
Adam looked at the two boys that still had their clothes on. "Okay then. Ben, you're next. Since Timmy here is free-balling, we're saving him for last." Tim let Adam calling him `Timmy' again, and realized that the mesh shorts he was wearing did show off the fact that there was nothing beneath them but him pretty well.
Ben was wearing a matching blue and yellow mesh tank top and shorts, which sort of looked like a basketball uniform, only with no team markings or numbers on them, and a pair of flip-flops. He kicked the flip-flops off and did a series of poses on a lounge chair before slowly and seductively removing the tank top. Adam did several more shots of Ben topless, and then had him remove his shorts in the same strip-tease type series of poses that he had used with Andrew and Jamie. When his shorts came down, they revealed a tiny white thong that was very similar to the one Andrew had worn. It too was being pushed out by a semi-hard dick. Tim watched, spellbound. He really found this boy stunningly beautiful. When he turned around on the lounge chair on his hands and knees and showed his ass to them, Tim saw that despite the fairly substantial amount of hair on his legs, there was none on his ass cheeks -- he liked that. He was able to make out a small trail in his ass crack behind the white string of the thong. Adam had Ben pull his dick out through the side of the thong as he had done with Andrew and jack himself until he was hard. When Adam had him drop the thong, Tim saw that Ben, like Jamie kept his pubic hair trimmed, the happy trail ending where a tan line should have been. His dick was about 6½" long, with about the same girth as Tim's and was circumcised. He kicked the thong up, caught it in his right hand and tossed it at Tim, who was so busy staring at Ben's dick that it caught him unaware, hitting him in the face. Ben laughed at him -- "Keep them," he said, "a present for you, sweetness."
"Did you get that?" Adam asked Kyle.
"Every bit of it," Kyle answered. "You owe me extra for that shot; it's going to be priceless."
"I think Ben is really the one that deserves the bonus for that one," Adam answered back.
Now it was Tim's turn to strip. Adam had him do the same type of strip tease as the other boys. When he was down to just the white mesh shorts, Adam and Kyle did a few close-up shots that showed the outline of his penis, which was already rock hard and tenting the shorts out, and of course also his pubes through the white mesh. As he slid the shorts down, his dick caught the elastic waistband and pulled out away from his body, slapping back against his stomach when it popped free. Adam ran him through a series of poses, having him show off his body in various ways. When he laid back on a lounge chair and raised his legs to show his hole to the camera, Ben moved in of his own accord and stunned Tim by starting to rim him. The boy's tongue lapping at his most private place drove Tim wild.
Adam wasn't really ready to do the mixed shots, but this was just too good to pass up. It was more than obvious that Tim had a thing for Ben, and he knew that Ben felt the same. Ben had told him just that in the car on the way home after dropping the boys off from their initial session. `This could be a powerful duo for a full length movie,' he thought to himself.
Ben continued to drive his tongue into Tim's hole, holding his legs up with both hands. Tim was jacking himself with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other. While they did this, Jamie sat back on a lounge chair to watch the show and wrapped his arms around Andrew, who settled in between his legs. Andrew leaned back against Jamie's chest, and the older boy rested his chin on his shoulder. "That's pretty hot, isn't it?" he said into Andrew's ear.
Andrew agreed, "You want to do that with me when it's our turn?"
"Sure Drew. Anything you want."
"Drew?"
"Yeah, Drew. You like that?"
"I'll let you know." In fact Andrew did like that, he also liked leaning back into the older boy and being held. It gave him a sense of warmth, comfort and being wanted. It was something that despite his previous life of privilege he was unaccustomed to. It was at that moment that he decided that he was never going back home. In Andrew's mind, he'd found where he belonged.
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.