Chapter 5:
SECRETS
A car smoothly accelerates past Springfield's newest resident, Avery Kellington, as he stood on the lawn of his newly acquired home. The sun beamed down from the hot summer sky that shined a bright blue. Kellington's phone begins to ring, but he ignores it as he walked back into his house.
Avery removes the iPhone from the pocket of his black shorts to see who called. It was his younger brother.
"My bad lil bro," he texts. "I'm outside talkin to the lawn ppl. Looks like I'm gettin a good deal for lawn maintenance." He slides the phone back into his pocket, and proceeds to bedroom that served as his makeshift writing office.
Avery typically never lies; however, that small lie he just told his brother was a slight exception. He was outside speaking with lawn workers: keyword being was. To him, it didn't matter if he was doing it at that moment or shortly before. His younger brother was can be described as the type of person who would talk your ear off if you would let him. Avery wanted some alone time to himself to enjoy his new surroundings, and he couldn't allow his brother to drag him into an endless conversation.
There was only one thing on his mind as he opened the door to his office. He smiled as he gazed into the sunlit room. He wanted to write, but in order to do so, he needed to create the perfect mood for his new writing environment and be inspired. He walks over to the large windows, lowering the black-out curtains to darken the room. He always enjoyed writing in a dark or dimly-lit area, and preferred his light to come from the outside. He walked to his semi-large writing desk, which can be described as long as a miniature dinner table, who's cherry-oak wood was illuminated by the sun moments ago. Avery glanced down at his Dell Latitude laptop, his tool of choice when creating his written works.
"Ready to go to work, buddy," he said, playfully tapping the silver downed top of the laptop. "Let's see what wonders can we create today!"
Avery always thought about purchasing a MacBook; not because it was a supposed high-end laptop, and he wants to "keep up with the joneses" as some say. Having damn-near every device under the Apple umbrella, excluding the computer, he was apart of the tech giant's ecosystem, and he always wanted to familiarize himself with their computers, just incase he ever has to use them, but he settled on the Latitude because it was a gift.
The author takes a seat in his leather desk chair and brings the machine to life. Once it was up and running, he navigated to the file explorer. He eyed his two writing folders: the first named Avery Kellington, which housed all of his highly-recognized works that resided in the crime, fantasy, and mystery genres. Kellington deemed this folder the "suitable to be published under my real name" folder.
Grinning devilishly at his screen, he moved his cursor over to the alternate writing folder and pressed enter on the name that read "Jamie Rose". With that click, several files and folders appeared; all of which are his writings. Some of the works included short stories titled "Love By The Lake," "Sally The Seductress," "The Thin Line," and finally, the story that many loved from Jamie Rose, "The Booty Call."
Avery Kellington, a modest fiction novelist, had a secret that undoubtedly would come as a shock to his friends and family. Avery Kellington had a pseudonym, under which, he wrote erotica. Kellington knew his fans' minds would be absolutely blown by the idea their favorite author who wrote the fun, sometimes dark and gritty fantasy, crime, or mystery novels that they came to know and love also wrote saucy erotica: some tales being sweet and innocent, while other tales were downright filthy. This thought always intrigued the author, and it gave him somewhat of a feeling of excitement.
Looking at the dates of his files, he noticed that some works went back a few years. He also noticed that quite a few of his works that resided in Jamie Rose's "writing vault" were out on the market. Most importantly, he begun to feel proud of himself for keeping this secret for such a long time. He was so proud that he even patted himself on the back for making a fair living while maintaining this secret by writing stories each year as two different authors. Only people who knew that Avery Kellington was Jamie Rose was Kellington himself and the IRS.
The author's eyes shifted through his small collection of works, some finished, but most were unfinished. Short stories and novel manuscripts of pure smut which, in Kellington's mind at least, would put E.L. James' infamous Fifty Shades of Grey to shame; however, those who read both authors' work probably wouldn't agree due to the success and popularity of the Fifty Shades series. For minutes, he looked through his many works in progress, but finally decided to close out the explorer, and returned to the desktop.
Feeling uninspired, he sighed. "Nah, just not feelin' it today," he mutters to himself. Avery smiles as if an invisible lightbulb goes off above his head. He navigates to the Google Chrome internet browser and travels to a website that could only inspire his alter-ego, Jamie Rose. On the screen, the OnlyFans profile page of someone who had the screen name "HornyAnimeNerd" was displayed. The profile avatar was a digitally drawn anime-inspired picture of an effeminate male with bright yellow-colored skin, who had short black hair and rather delicate facial features that can make him pass as a high-school teenager. Several videos were present on the screen which contained many thumbnails of the male pictured within the avatar, wearing anime merchandize. All of the videos were, as one should expect, pornographic.
Avery clicked on the most recent video, which was posted the day before, titled "Gay Anime Nerd Strips and Pleasures Himself". Although he wasn't a fan of the extremely descriptive video titles, because it takes away from the creative aspect of titling a video, Avery, being a traditional, but more recently self-published author, he was aware that these titles were formed on the basis of enticing keywords, like, in this case, "Gay Anime Nerd."
The author clicked the video, and HornyAnimeNerd, in full-body view appeared on screen. The male's body structure contrasted well with his face. He was slender, feminine in stature with arms and legs which, to most, can be considered to be scrawnier than the average adult male. He wore a My Hero Academia t-shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans which complimented the man's slim figure nicely.
Avery chuckled as he clicked play and says, "Oh Matthew Smith, you naughty boy. Even after that long day, you still found time to get some content out."
Matt, Avery's best friend since high-school, had a secret too. It was a secret that only Avery knew; everyone else was in the dark. A secret that perhaps was darker than his own. Matthew Smith was an amateur online pornstar. Of course, Matt was unaware of Avery knowing his secret. It was only a year ago, while delivering a package to Matthew, the author found out about his best friend's secret.
On that day, Avery Kellington's red Bentley sedan glided down the Smith's road and smoothly scooted into a parking spot in front of their home. He exited his vehicle, calmly walked the path that lead to the front door of the modest two-story red-brick home, all while admiring the family's luscious lawn, thinking he would soon have one of his own. He gave the door a slight knock and waited for a response. The smell of fried chicken permeated from the home, making the author's tummy rumble with anticipation.
Slippers moved briskly across the wooden floor, and the door opened. Matt Smith's mother, a short, slightly overweight woman with black but graying hair and aging yellow skin answered the door. At the sight of Avery, she smiled brightly.
"Hey, Avery! Looking for Matt," she said in a cheery tone.
"Hey," he said, flashing the woman with a bright smile of his own. "Yeah, is he here? I have to talk to him about something."
"He just left for the corner store. He wanted to get some snacks and something flavorful to drink with dinner."
"What're ya makin'," he asked, as if he couldn't make an educated guess based on the delicious smell coming from the home.
"You're favorite, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread," she replied with an even bigger smile than her previous one. "Come on in, you know you're always invited."
"Don't mind if I do," Avery said, accepting Matt's mother's invitation as he followed her into the house.
Avery, being a longtime friend of the family, was always welcome at the Smith residence for whatever reason imaginable. Matt's parents, his mother especially, welcomed him with open arms for things as simple as family dinners to family functions such as barbecues and birthday parties. Simply put, he was apart of the family as if he were Matt's blood brother rather than his best friend.
"I actually was gonna have Matt call and invite you," she said as they approached the small, brown, wooden circular kitchen table. The inviting cent of Mrs. Smith's home-cooked meal became more potent as they entered, and Avery's stomach began to growl more viciously. "Have you eaten much today?"
"Not too much," the author replied. "Just some oatmeal for breakfast, a chicken sandwich for lunch, and a few fruits in between. To be honest, I'm starving."
"Well, you already know I made plenty," she said with a chuckle as she began to remove dinner plates from the cupboard.
"Yes ma'am, and you know I'm planning on having seconds."
"Of course! You know how I do things."
"Yup, and I very much approve."
Mrs. Smith was a mother who had a family of three, but she cooked for six. She made sure that everyone who came to her home for dinner left with a full belly. She cooked enough for them to have a meal, and provided enough for seconds if needed. This was one of the great qualities that everyone loved about her.
Avery left the kitchen to wash up before dinner. After relieving his bladder, Avery washed his hands, thoroughly of course, and exited. After he exited the restroom, he made a quick left, and proceeded down a hallway which lead to a closed door, upon which was Matt's room. He nudged the white-painted door slightly, causing its bolts to give a slight squeak.
The room was dark upon entry, as was expected. The dark red quilt and white sheets of the bed were tossed aside as if Matt was laying there recently, and an open laptop sat atop the blankets, its screen casting a dim light on to the cloud-like fluffy pillows that were encased in red pillow cases. Out of curiosity, Avery, like most, walked over to the computer.
Instead of some anime being showcased on the screen, Avery caught a quick glimpse of an ad of multiple different nude women posing erotically and engaging in sexual intercourse. He got closer to find himself staring at a porn star's profile page.
The name on the page read "HornyAnimeNerd", and with a quick look at the profile picture, an actual photo of Matt himself, Avery confirmed his suspicions. Avery glanced at the page more carefully, and saw that there were several uploaded videos of his best friend.
"Dumb ass," he said with an internal chuckle. "Looks like someone's been up to no good." Kellington ponders why on earth would Matt leave this page up. Sure, he could have forgotten, which was most likely what happened, but anyone could reach the conclusion that he had. There's nothing wrong with having a free porn account to watch it, but it's different when someone is creating content, as Matt was.
A sound of the home door opening caught the author's attention. He walked to Matt's dresser, which was parallel to the room entrance, he opened the drawer, and slid a large bag of marijuana inside. While he didn't agree with Matt's constant use of the stuff, he did too partake in the use of marijuana as well, although, his use was typically on the weekends where he relaxed. He also enjoyed the cent of the plant, and the bag which he bought Matt had a cent so potent which caused the author to begin to wonder how Matt's mother couldn't smell it on him.
Avery closed the room door, and hurried back to the kitchen. Matt was none the wiser of his findings. He questioned Avery about if he saw what he had on his computer, Avery, of course, said no. Matt then sent a link to a new car he was thinking about purchasing, and asked him for his opinion. This, of course, was a ploy.
Although Matt acted as if he was unaware of Avery knowing his secret, the author suspected that Matt, at the very least, Matt had a hunch that his secret was discovered. Matt would assume that there was no way Avery could've came into his bedroom, dropped off the bag of weed, and exited without viewing his screen, but regardless of what he thought, Avery would keep his findings to himself. When he got home to his apartment, Kellington would google Matt's pornstar name and came across his social media profile, which had links to his free porn page, as well as his subscription based page.
The author watched the computer screen as the video began. Matt, as pictured in the thumbnail, appeared on screen as a somewhat rhythmic dance tune played in the background. Avery thought that the music fit the mood well. It was no sexual hip-hop tune that he's seen in most college-aged females dance to. It was a slow, sensual, somewhat hypnotic and catchy tune that was composed to fit a gorgeous stripper's dance routine, and, from previous videos he saw, the author knew that Matt demonstrated that he can move well to almost any beat.
Matt began the video by giving the viewers a glimpse of his fully-clothed body. He showed his front, giving special attention to his lower body where the skinny jeans hugged his limbs well. He pushed the jeans upwards into his crotch, displaying a bulge that begged for attention. After tugging at it slightly through his jeans, Matt turned around to show off his rear, cupping both of his cheeks in his hands.
Seeming to forget about the seductive striptease, Matt unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly, seductively pulled them down, revealing a pair of black boxers. Matt's jeans fell to the floor, and his boxers followed, revealing his bare, firm, rear. He smacked his left buttock with his left hand, and then smacked the right, both cheeks reverberated upon impact.
Stepping out of his underpants, Matt turned to face the camera. He let his long length sway in the air as he dropped his hips to the beat that played in the background. He turned around, once again displaying his firm bare bottom as he continued dropping his hips to the beat. He spread his legs, giving a clear view of his swaying erect member as he began to twerk.
Avery knew where the video was leading. After twerking and showing off his body in its most intimate form, Matt would proceed to pleasure himself. In what way he would do so did not interest Avery in the slightest. The reason why the author was interested in his friend's pornographic content was simply because it was Matt's secret that no one in his real life knew about. It was a dirty secret, like Kellington's alter-ego Jamie Rose.
Matt wasn't out of the closet publicly, at least, not to any of his friends or to his family. Since his several aspects of Matt's content hint at him being gay, Avery is quite content with assuming his friend was in the closet. This, in a way, was Matt's secret alter-ego: a normal-looking young store manager by day and seductive homosexual porn star at night.
Avery Kellington was fascinated by this. He never was interested in his friend's content in any sexual way. He was fascinated by the idea that he was not the only one who had naughty secrets, and he began to wonder how many people partook in the same activities as Matt and himself. How many notable authors wrote highly recognized stories under their real name and turned around to write some rather saucy stories under a pen name? More importantly, how many ordinary people work average blue-collar jobs by day but are secretly sexual deviants, in a respectful law-abiding way of course, at night?
After pondering this momentarily, Avery decided that today will be a day for his alter-ego, Jamie Rose. He quickly ran a few searches on his laptop to plan out his evening, and realizing that he had hours of free time before he were to leave his house, he opened up his word processor and let Jamie Rose take over.
AUTHOR TO READERS
This chapter was so much fun to write! I apologize for taking so long to put it out. I hope it was worth the wait at least. After this chapter, the story will begin to pick up. We are crossing into the really fun and interesting parts, at least, in my opinion.
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