House on Lora Avenue

By Terrance MacDonald

Published on May 19, 2006

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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.

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The House on Lora Avenue Chapter Twelve

Jamie woke first the next morning. He ran his hands across his crotch, where his closely trimmed pubic hair used to be. He was amazed at how it felt to have his pubes completely shaved. Andrew had been right, this felt incredible. He lay in bed, idly stroking himself and gradually became hard. Then, a hand joined his, stroking its way across his dick and balls. He looked over at Andrew and smiled. "You were right," he said. "This feels so fantastic."

"I like you like this too." Andrew gazed deep into Jamie's eyes as he stroked his hand across his lover's penis. "It makes it seem like we're more the same age."

"There's only a two year difference," Jamie told him. "That's not so much."

"Yeah, but this makes us look so much younger, don't you think?"

"Maybe. How about we have some early morning molestation then?" Jamie was feeling a little frisky.

So was Andrew. He rolled over on top of Jamie and sat up on his knees, straddling the boy beneath him. He reached over to the night stand and got the bottle of lubricant. As he worked the lube into his hole with his fingers, he made certain to rub his own dick across Jamie's so as to keep his cock fully hard. When he felt he had his hole sufficiently loosened and ready, he slicked Jamie's dick up with some of the slippery gel.

Andrew moved back only slightly, and holding Jamie's dick in position, slowly sat back, pushing it into his butt. He loved the feeling of a dick sliding into him. He had realized the night before as Michael was thrusting into him that it really didn't matter if it was Jamie or someone else. But then there was Kyle -- this caused some confusion in his mind -- he hadn't wanted that. But how much would he have ended up enjoying it if Ben hadn't showed up and stopped it? He hadn't liked the big penis penetrating him, but then he thought, that's probably because he was fighting it. `Would I really have been able to take one that large?' he thought to himself.

Andrew was thinking about Kyle fucking him as he drove himself up and down on Jamie's dick. In his mind, it was the much larger cock making its way deep into his backside. `I wonder what it really would have felt like if Ben hadn't showed up...' Andrew thought to himself.

Jamie didn't know what was driving his young lover wild, but the boy seemed to have become sexually insatiable this morning. Andrew was gasping and moaning as he bounced up and down on Jamie's rigid pole. He could tell that the boy was quietly muttering some words, but Jamie wasn't able to make out what they were. He could care less though; the pleasure center of his brain was working overtime as the boy rode him.

Just as Jamie came inside Andrew, they got another unpleasant interruption -- "Breakfast is ready, you better get out here if you want to eat!" Mama was yelling from the kitchen. Andrew leaned down, and with Jamie's dick still hard inside him, he gave Jamie a quick kiss on the lips.

"Come on," Andrew said. "We better get cleaned up. I'm hungry, I want to eat."

As Jamie and Andrew got out of bed, they saw that they had had an audience. "We were wondering if we should applaud," Tim told them. This got a big blush from both Andrew and Jamie.

"Shut up," Jamie said, and Ben clapped his hands a few times.

The boys went to the bathroom in pairs, cleaned up and dressed, then met in the kitchen for a big breakfast that Mama had made.

"I thought he wasn't staying the night," Mama said, pointing at Ben with a spatula.

"So I lied, no big deal. Doesn't cost you anything," Jamie countered.

"I guess it's a good thing I made extra..." Mama said as she turned back to the stove and started cooking more bacon.


"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Kyle asked Adam, as he was finishing packing his things. Adam was standing behind him, dressed in a bathrobe watching.

"Your stupidity could have easily cost me a couple hundred thousand," Adam replied, thinking about what his distributors would end up paying him for the pictures and movies he already had of the four boys, not to mention what he still intended to get. "What do you really think?"

"Look, I said I'm sorry." Kyle actually seemed genuinely contrite.

"Saying you're sorry doesn't always make everything right," Adam told Kyle.

Kyle realized that it was true, and he didn't know what he could do to fix the situation he had created. Kyle still had no idea where he was going to go or what he was going to do once he left Adam's house. I know too much about his porno business,' Kyle thought, I can use that as leverage. Then he said the thing that sealed his fate. "You know the kids you're taking pictures of aren't even close to legal..." he used as his opening gambit.

"What are you trying to say?" Adam asked. He already knew where this was going. He wasn't surprised that Kyle was prepared to try blackmail.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," Kyle responded. "You aren't throwing me out of here with nothing; I want some serious cash to keep my mouth shut about your little business."

Adam walked up behind Kyle, and put an arm around him, almost in a reconciliatory manner. "Are you sure about that?" he asked.

Kyle turned his head to look back at Adam. "Yep, you either pay up, I stay, or there's going to be cops all over this place."

Kyle thought Adam was going to relent. Adam was apparently leaning in for a kiss as Kyle felt the pain in his back when the knife penetrated him. The last thing he heard was Adam whispering to him "be careful when you tell someone you're going to stab them in the back. It can come back to haunt you. And it just has."

`I'm going to have to clean this carpet,' Adam thought to himself as he wrapped Kyle's body in a comforter and carried it to the garage to put it in the trunk of his car. He knew already how he was going to dispose of the body; it was just going to be a long drive to take care of the task.


The boys left Lora Avenue and headed to the beach. They each wore a pair of board shorts, and carried their shirts and towels. They were going to enjoy a morning at the beach today, and just have a good time being boys. They lay on they beach, swam in the surf and joined in a couple games of volleyball with other kids on the beach from the hotels. Some of the same kids from the day before were there, and even though he knew that Michael and his family were leaving today, Andrew was a little disappointed not to see him on the beach with the other young people.

Between games, Ben decided to say something quietly to Andrew about what had happened the night before. He motioned for Andrew to join him walking down the beach and finally asked, "He fucked you didn't he?"

"Who are you talking about?" Andrew honestly didn't know who Ben meant.

"The kid from the beach yesterday, the one we saw walking away from the clearing before Kyle..." Ben didn't know Michael's name.

"Oh, you mean Michael. What makes you think that?" Andrew was just naturally suspicious, so he wasn't going to just come out and admit everything.

"I could smell it dude. Look, it doesn't matter to me. It's not me that's your boyfriend, but I was sort of involved, you know?" Ben was trying to be a friend to Andrew, whether he realized it or not.

"Yeah, you were, and I did," Andrew admitted. "You aren't going to tell Jamie or Tim are you?"

"No, neither of them seemed to figure it out on their own, and I don't plan to tell them. You ought to be honest with Jamie though, dude." Ben almost felt like the boy's big brother at this point.

"You're right," Andrew admitted. "I should. I don't know what he'll think though. I've been thinking a lot about what happened last night... Like what might have happened if you hadn't shown up."

Ben put his arm around Andrew's shoulder and turned him so they were walking back they way they came. "I think he'll understand," Ben said.

Andrew felt comforted by Ben as they walked, and put his arm up over Ben's shoulder as well. "I'll find a way to tell him, but give me time, okay?" he said.

"No problem, dude."

When they got back to the group, they dropped their arms from each other's shoulders, and lay down on their beach towels to get some more sun.


Three hours of driving put Adam well out into the country, and close to the farm that was his goal. He pulled the Lincoln off the road onto a small path. When he stopped, he was next to a low fence. He took the naked body out of the trunk, rolled it out of the comforter and dumped it over the fence. He knew that the pigs would take care of the rest. Those nasty creatures would even grind up the bones and eat them. It was a little trick he had heard about from the Czech who ran the distribution network for his porn business.

Adam put the comforter back into his trunk, and turned back the way he had come. When he stopped for gas about twenty minutes later, he filled up his tank and paid for his purchase in cash. Then he moved his car around back next to a dumpster and got rid of the comforter and the rest of Kyle's things from the trunk of the car.

Two minutes later, Adam was back on the road, headed home to Ashton Hills.

Adam stopped and rented a carpet shampooer a few miles from his house. When he got home, he quickly treated the blood stain on his carpet with a chemical that would break down the blood, and then gave the whole room a thorough cleaning. When he had finished with the carpet, he loaded the carpet shampooer in the car and returned it to the store where he had rented it.

When he got home, he went out to the pool, and after swimming a couple laps, fixed himself a glass of scotch and lay back on a lounge chair to relax. `Well, now I'm done with Kyle once and for all,' he thought, with a broad smile on his face.


Later that afternoon, after they had eaten at one of the little diners by the beach, Ben told the other boys that he had to be getting back to Adam's. He really wouldn't have minded staying with the boys again, especially Tim, but after all, for him home was at Adam's house right now, and there were some things he had to talk about with the man. He knew that Adam had been very upset after the episode with Kyle on the beach, but he wasn't exactly sure if it was Kyle he was upset with for trying to rape Andrew, or if it was him Adam was upset with for attacking his cameraman and occasional lover. He thought it would be better if he made sure things were cool between himself and Adam and mended any fences if that were necessary, sooner rather than later. Besides, there was something about the old crone they were living with that made Ben uneasy.

Ben gave Tim a quick kiss on the cheek, laid some money on the table to pay for his meal, and then left to catch a cab to Adam's house. When the cab got to the guard house at the Ashton Hills gate, his name was still on the list for admission, so Ben hoped that everything was still okay between Adam and himself.

Ben let himself into the house, and found Adam lounging by the pool. "Hey, Adam," he said.

Adam looked up. "Ah, Ben, good to see you've decided to come home," Adam said, pleasantly enough.

Ben breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Yeah," he said. "I wanted to make sure that everything was cool with us and with Kyle."

"Well," Adam looked away for a moment toward the beach, "Kyle isn't going to be with us any more."

"What?" Ben hadn't really expected this.

"Yeah, I decided after what you told me you caught him trying to do that he was too much of a liability for me to keep around anymore."

Ben was a little concerned. He knew that Kyle could be a conniving, manipulative bastard. "Aren't you worried that he'll try something? He can't take just having been told to piss off very well."

"No," Adam answered. "He didn't. I don't think we'll need to worry about hearing any more from him though. That's been pretty well taken care of. Get yourself a drink; we need to talk about a few things."

Ben grabbed a beer from the refrigerator at the pool bar and sat down in a chair next to Adam.

"You ready for a little promotion?" Adam asked.

"How so?"

"I need someone to help work the cameras now, but I still want you on film, so maybe one of your buddies can help with the cameras too."

"Hell yeah, I'll do it." Ben knew that he could move up in this business if he played his cards right, and besides, there were `fringe benefits' involved in this trade that Ben knew he would enjoy.


Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all 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.

Next: Chapter 13


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