Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2008 17:50:00 -0500 From: Andy Smith Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chaper 14 Asleep on the Beach Chapter 14 Writer's Note: Some of you read chapter 13 that was posted on June 28, 2008. That version was erroneously submitted with the un-edited draft. My apologies...and an encouragement IF you DID read that version to go back and re-read the revised edition of Chapter 13 as it will make more sense from a story line perspective, and won't be so hard on your sense of literary propriety. *Sigh* Don't know if I'll ever get the knack of this! Disclaimer: Please be advised that under aged youths are advised to not read this material; all others are welcome. Should you chose to proceed to the story below...please enjoy! Any comments are welcomed and you'll get a fairly prompt reply; andyoutwest@live.com Prologue Now we are down to the "meeting" Of the five parents involved so far, three seem to be dealing with knowledge of their son's sexuality fairly well, two we aren't so sure about. Let's get to it. Chapter 14 The three of us made our way down stairs, Jason brining up the rear trying to ensure I was able to negotiate the stairs without falling. In the living room Mom and Dad were on the Love Seat, Jason's folks were seated on one end of the couch, and Lenny's Dad was sitting in the recliner. Each of them had a cup of coffee, and the room was filled with the aroma of fresh brewed coffee. I have to admit that fresh brewed coffee smells great...but I don't really like to drink it...not without a ton of cream and sugar anyway. Jason and I went to sit by his parents on the couch, and Lenny just bounded over to his Dad and hoisted himself up on his lap as though it was perfectly natural...come to think of it...I suppose it was a perfectly natural thing for a just-turned twelve year old kid to do. After we'd all made our entry announcements and settled down there was a bit of un-easiness in the air. I don't know if it was Dad's natural leadership, or that this was his house, or both...but Dad just took charge of the situation and began the conversation. "Look, Boys, there are a lot of things that have happened over the past few days and Liam's Mom and I just felt like we should all talk together so we are all on the same page – so to speak." He paused a second as we each considered what he said. "What happened to Liam at the ball field was terrible, and as the three of you are friends, we think we need to try to understand what happened, why, and how to avoid being in that situation in the future." "Dad!" I protested, "this wasn't my fault, or anyone elses!" "I know that, Son," Dad said in a tone that led me to believe he anticipated just such a response from me. "I'm not blaming you...or Jason, or Lenny. I just want to see if we can figure out what is happening, and if there is a way for all three of you to be safer." He looked at me with very caring eyes. "Son, why were you riding alone at that time of the morning?" "Dad," I said in a very scared and resigned voice. I had a sudden horror of Jason's Dad and my Mom both turning into vampires or life-suckers or worse...this was a BIG mistake...I now had NO heart for talking about all this...I just never thought Dad would come right out in a big meeting like this with ALL our parents to confront these...these...things. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and felt myself starting to hyperventilate. The room started spinning. Jason took me by the hand and leaned me in to his side, and drew his arms around me in a hug. I just couldn't help it, I started crying on his shoulder. He was holding me and letting me cry. "I'm s.sorry, Jason," I said through my sobs and tears. "It's okay, Bud," he said soothingly to me. Oddly enough...he wasn't panicked. He was so strong and calm. I was the basket case, and I had already been "outed" to my Dad...Jason had he most to fear, but he was a rock...solid...stable...in control. You see why I love him so much? He cleared his throat, and while continuing to hold me he spoke to the room. "It was my f.fault. He left the house because of something I told him." "No...Don't," Dad started to interrupt, "I just want to know what was happening in Liam's mind." "I know Mr. Neilson, I know. But, it's okay. I've thought...no...Liam and I have thought about this a lot, we've talked about it...I have some things I need to say." Dad got up off the love seat and came to kneel in front of Jason and me. He pulled me around to look at him and placed a hand on both of our shoulders. "Boys, I want you to know I love you...BOTH of you." He looked us deliberately in the eyes and then pulled us in for a tight hug. As he had us close I heard him tell Jason quietly, "Son, don't say more that you are comfortable saying. I'll back you up with whatever happens." The rest of the room was eerily silent...as if everyone knew the poignancy of the moment. Liam's Dad said, "You boys have all been through a lot these past few days. Just know that we are your parents here, we love each of you, and want only the best for you. I don't know you boys too well right now, but I know you have made great friends in a very short time with m Lenny, here. That means a lot to me. I just want you to know that I am on your side...no matter what you have to say." "I don't know if I know what's going on here," Mom said. She looked over at Dad, and said, "Do you know something you aren't telling me? You are all getting me pretty concerned here." Dad got up and went back to the love seat with Mom and sat back down. He looked over at her and told her, "Honey, let's listen to Jason and take it from there." She started to protest, but he squeezed her hand and tilted his head...he wasn't going to give on this and she knew it, so she bit her tongue and looked over at the two of us. I had begun to get my bearings back now, and Jason and I were sitting side-by-side holding hands. To me, this was just a sign of solidarity...looking back, I don't really know how Jason's folks, or my Mom took this...I just knew that at that very moment Jason needed MY strength, and I was determined to give it to him. Looking up, our eyes met, and I mouthed this question to him, "Are you sure?" My eyes were wide and my lips were quivering. Tears were still wet on my face, but had stopped falling. Ne nodded slowly, but firmly, never breaking eye contact. We both took deep breaths, as if on cue and then Jason turned sideways His Mom was sitting on his near side and she reached out and took his hand, rubbing it in a very motherly way. Despite not knowing what he was about to say, her motherly instincts were in full gear and she had tears in her eyes too. She reached up and patted his face in a tender way, and Jason seemed to take courage from her touch. Jason took her hand in his and he held it to his face as he began talking. "D.dad, Mom," he sighed deeply again, then started again. "Ummm...see...I...umm...do you remember Mason? My friend from behind our house? He moved away?" They nodded in affirmation. "Well...ummm," tears began to drip from his eyes, even though he showed no other visible signs of crying. "H.his cousin, C.Cody raped me. Almost two years ago." Jason's Mom erupted in tears and pulled him into a death-grip of a hug. His father sat very stoic, showing absolutely no sign of emotion. At my near vantage point I could see his jaw muscles tightening and flexing like a man struggling to maintain a straight face - - - - only...I couldn't tell if he was upset because something bad happened to Jason, or if he was mad at Jason for allowing this to happen...or was he upset it took so long to hear the news...or was he mad to hear it in front of all these people. The silence was deafening. My mom got up this time and came over directly to Jason and his Mom and joined that hug. Both women were showing a great deal of solidarity to one another about this, and they were both mothering and comforting Jason. By this time he had broken down into sobs...the dam had burst. I was crying, watching, and trying to study Mr. Lawler's reaction through my tears. Lenny had turned to hide his face in his Daddy's chest, as this was obviously way to emotional for him, and his Father wrapped the boy up in a big hug and was gently rocking back and forth, kissing the top of his hair, cooing softly to him. I couldn't hear what he was saying to Lenny, but was able to quickly determine that for now Lenny was going to be okay and dealt with. That just left me and Jason to worry about. My Dad got up and quietly gathered the coffee cups asking both men if they wanted more coffee. Both declined, but Dad stopped directly in front of Jim (Jason's Dad) and said, "Come on Jim, let's go in the kitchen and get some coffee," looking over at the women and Jason he said, "they look like they need some space." Mr. Lawler nodded in agreement and rose to follow Dad into the kitchen. He had look of shock settling on his face...or was it defiance? He didn't look good...but I don't think any of us did right then. I was grateful for Dad's intervention...I was afraid he would just keep boiling there and blow a top like a volcano. When Jim got up to follow Dad, Leslie (Lenny's Dad) got up and while holding Lenny in his arms like a little kid, he got me by the arm and said, "Come on Sport, let's go sit out on the porch and give Jason some room here." Obediently, I nodded and somehow managed to get up out of the damned man-eating couch with his assistance. Jeez, looking at him you wouldn't think he was so strong – standing there with a twelve year old in his left arm and pulling me up with his other with little or no noticeable strain. I note that his hands were very sensitive, applying only enough pressure to help me, and relinquishing that as I got to my feet and no longer needed assistance. His hands weren't rough, but they were strong. He was being really kind, and I got an over whelming since in his mannerisms just then how Lenny came by his sweetness. I never knew Lenny's mother, but he sure had a swell Dad. It was hot and muggy out on the front porch. I guess Leslie was more comfortable sitting out there that in the back, but we all just found a place out on the porch to sit...and wait. The tree of us were exceptionally silent. Lenny was sitting beside me, and his Dad was on the other side of him. I expected Lenny to lean on his Dad, but was surprised when he leaned over against my shoulder. After a minute, he put his hand up on my thigh and started absent-mindedly fiddling with the fabric of my shorts. I was deep in my own thoughts, as were Lenny and his Dad I suppose, for we just kept quiet for a very long time. My mind was deep in thought about what my and Jason's Dad were talking about. I kept wanting to get up and go in the kitchen to listen. A million excuses to go popped into my head...needing a soda seemed to be the best though. "I'm thirsty," I said after I couldn't sit still any longer, "come on Len, let's go grab a soda, wanna?" "No, I don't think that's a good idea right now, Bud," Leslie said very quietly. I almost didn't hear him, even though I had anticipated his response. "I'm just dying to know what they're talking about," I whined honestly. "I know, Son, I know," Leslie replied. "But, let's let your Dad and Jim work through things a bit first. Your Dad and Jim have been friends since the Army." I perked up at that news...he's MY DAD after all...but I swear I never knew they were in the army TOGETHER. I guess Leslie could see the question in my eyes because he said, "They talked about that this evening when we were all getting to know one another." I still wasn't satisfied...I guess he could see THAT too... "I asked about how they me, how ong they've known each other." Oh. "It seemed like a perfectly normal thing to know about a couple of guys who seem to be long time friends...so I asked." He wasn't being defensive, just free with what he knew I was wondering. I got the feeling that Leslie was the sort of man who got to the bottom of things pretty quickly. Like this, if he wanted to know a thing, he wasn't afraid or ashamed to ask. I kind of liked that about him. He seemed to be very comfortable in his own skin. I sighed really big, and raised my knees and put my head on my arm (good one) atop them. I wasn't panicky yet, or too close to tears, but I was very worried. What is I had made a mistake? What if encouraging Jason to talk to his Father about this was the WRONG advice. What if his Dad did beat him up, or kick him out? I guessed my Mom and Dad would take him in if he needed a place to stay...but...what if MY MOM freaked out about me...and HIM...and we BOTH got kicked out? Would Dad let Mom kick me out? I wondered if Lenny's Dad would take us in...no...I don't know how he feels about Lenny...What if all three of us got beat up and kicked out? Okay, now I was in a panic. I could feel it start to come upon me like a fog rolling on the Gulf Coast. Lenny put his arms around me and hugged me real tight; seemed as though he could read my mind and knew I was afraid of what was happening...to Jason..to all of us. I cried more in the last two weeks than in any period in my whole life...at least since I was old enough to know what I was doing...and even as my fresh tears began to form I was embarrassed at them. I recall wondering how many tears a body could produce. I mean, is there like a certain quota? I read somewhere once that a boy is born with all the sperm he'll ever produce in his whole life time – something about the amount of seaman being constantly reproduced, but not the sperm. I wonder if that is true? If it is...does that apply to tears? And...what about snot? I know I produce more than my share of that crap...it seems to have no limit. I dunno. The point is...here I was crying all over again. Damn. Leslie stood up and stretched a bit, then said, "I think I'll go in and see how things are going. I'll come back and tell you both. Promise me you'll stay right here?" This last part was not really a question as much as a statement. We both nodded in agreement and watched him slip back into the front door. I strained to hear anything that could give me a clue about the happenings inside...but couldn't hear anything. Lenny shifted and raised his head slightly, relaxing his hug from me to allow it. I looked down into his green eyes and he had tears of his own. We looked at each other like that for the longest time. Soon, I realized that he was leaning in towards me for a kiss. As we moved our lips closer together, I was struck with the magnitude of what all was going on...and the beautiful boy in my arms here who seemed to adore me...the tears just kept rolling over my eyelids and down my cheeks. I wasn't sobbing, or heaving or anything, but my eyes were leaking a lot! Lenny's were too. Next, I could feel his breath. Could smell his breath. Could taste his breath. Warm lips upon mine. Alive lips. Passionate lips. Tender lips. Trembling lips. Moist lips. Hungry lips. Desperate lips. Opening lips. His arm raised to the back of my neck, my head began to roll slowly to the side, my own lips hungry for his, my neck torn between wanting more of his tender touches and needing to assist in pressing us closer, closer together. Tongues; his and mine, together. Tasting, querying, exploring. Shifting myself around to return his hug, and take more of his kisses. Breath hot. Oxygen not there...desperate for more...more Lenny...more of his tongue, his lips. More air. More kiss. I needed him, wanted him. I was holding him, but dealt him melting away. Desperate to hold him forever, but he was getting smaller. Smaller. I could feel him drifting from my arms even as our lips were dueling for the same prize. No winners...only two boys in love. Two horney boys. Two boys in love, Damn. I could cuss this feels so good and bad all at the same time. I want to hold him, I know I can't. I'm sad. Sad and afraid. I taste him...but can't see him. I'm losing. Losing the only boy who ever let me touch him...there. The only one who ever took me inside himself. Now I was losing him. How could this be? Our embrace lasted minutes...an eternity. We were unnoticed, undisturbed, unmolested by outsiders. The passion waned, desperation overwhelmingly swept through us and out of us. Need burgeoning on urgency, slowly fading to reality. His taste changed. I changed. We remained joined at the lips, arms around each other, hands and fingers caressing, touching, feeling. A lifetime lived and loved in a kiss. He broke off first, lowering his face to my chest. Cheeks damp with tears – his and mine, salvia from us both, his forehead pinned to my chest, lips on my shirt, and hair under my nose; I could feel my shirt accepting his tears as a wick, pulling them from is face to my abdomen. My arms encircled him, my lips caressed his hair, and my voice comforted him. None of you will believe that we never talked about it, but we didn't. Too young. There is no way we could grasp this sort of thing at such tender ages. It's true though. As we embarrassed there on the front porch of my own house, we both knew that the two of us could not be lovers. My heart was taken. I belonged to Jason. It was amazingly clear to me then. Holding Lenny, loving Jason. My heart sank. Guilt overwhelmed me. My tears dampened his hair. My body began to sob, his too. We rocked gently, imperceptibly. No answers. Empty. I'd made love to him. I had been inside of him in the most intimate way a person could ever be...intertwined in body and spirit; joined physically and emotionally by our sexual act. Was that a commitment? Should it be? By doing that together, had we committed our love to each other? Could it be experimentation? What did it mean. Did it mean nothing? Or, EVERYTHING? How could I be in love with Jason, and love Lenny too? Could I love them both? Would one always secretly hate, or resent the other? Could we all be friends...AND lovers? What did this mean to Lenny? How would me belonging to Jason work with what I knew I felt from him? We were at a precipice. The edges were crumbling and a dark abyss of despair waited to swallow us up. With my eyes closed I could feel the earth shifting, giving way, and we both slipping down, down...reality disappearing. I felt it then - the tug at my bare arms just below where my shirtsleeves ended. Strength. Warm hands tugging at me...helping me. Tenderness. Hands of caring. Hands of help. Encircling arms pulling me back, lifting me...us...from the edge of despair. Kisses. On my face. Lenny in my arms at my chest...not his kiss. The smell. A smell I'll ever always know...I'll remember it when heaven is but a distant memory. Lips on my cheek tremble, breath on my face. It's Jason. My Jason, there to rescue me. How did he know I was falling? How did he know the darkness was encircling me, pacing me, pulling me down? I don't know...but I do he has come when I needed him most. He is hugging us both...Lenny and me...but his kisses are on my face, kissing my tears. His strong arms have stopped the world from spinning out of control. ** ** ** ** ** "Everyone is talking together and whispering," Jason breathed more than said. I could feel the words on my cheek, could sense his breath at my ear. I shifted, pulling back from him enough to look at him. I hadn't fully comprehended that Lenny was still clutched to my chest and was between us. "Are you okay, J.Jason?" My eyes imploring it to be true. He sniffed and looked off past me as if staring into the darkness. I took that to mean no. With my good right hand I reached to cup his face, and looked deep into his eyes. I was about to tell him I was so sorry for making him go through with this, but just then the door opened very slowly, and a presence was there still out of immediate sight. The moment passed, I couldn't tell him just yet. I wondered if he knew how monumental the past several minutes had been for me and Lenny. I wanted to ask him if he could hear our silent pleas for help...if that was why he came to rescue us? I wanted to know if he knew I...we needed rescuing? I could ask none of these questions. Mom was standing outside the door now. A cigarette in her left hand. A lit cigarette. The air was suddenly pungent with the odor and I could feel my asthma tightening the passage ways in my throat and lungs. I coughed. Where did that thing come from? Why did she have it? My Mother with a cigarette? No way. Mom looked at me...at us...dropped the newly lit cigarette and crushed it with her shoe. My eyes searched her for hope...for knowledge...for understanding and acceptance. She gave no glimpse into her soul. Stone faced she turned and disappeared back through the door. I blinked, and coughed again. Were it not for the smell of smoke lingering in the air I wouldn't have believed she'd actually been there. The door opened again. Jason's Dad walked past without seeing us...as if we'd somehow become invisible. Nearly losing his balance on the last step he stumbled off the sidewalk onto the grass. Without pausing, or turning he regrouped and walked to his car, got in, started it, and pulled away. Jason shivered involuntarily. Lenny let out a breath with these words escaping quietly with it, "Oh shit." Mom came back out and had her purse under her arm. Her keys were noisily rattling in her hand as she too walked right past me. My heart had stopped beating. All the air vanished from my lungs. A tightness I'd never ever know gripped my heart and lungs, immobilizing me with fear. At the bottom of the steps she turned halfway to face us. Her face streaked with tears, but none falling, though they had stopped very recently...and looked about to cascade down her face again at any moment. Drawing a slow and deliberate breath she said, "Liam, Jason, you two go get ready for bed. Jason, you look after Liam and don't let him get up, or leave...no matter what. I'm taking your Mother home. She and your Father have to deal with some things, and it's best they be alone to do it." To me, she said, "Honey, I'm sorry things have turned out like this evening. I wish you had prepared me for what was about to happen. I wouldn't have let things happen this way." She paused, giving a distant stare into the window of the house. "No, I don't mean that. I mean, I would have helped you, Son. This is not your fault." "Jason, Honey?" she asked very tenderly, "are you sure you will be up to watching Liam?" Wordlessly, Jason nodded. She turned and got in and started the car. Jason's Mom came out of the door at the sound of the engine of our car starting. Coming directly to Jason, she reached for him and effortlessly pulled him up to a standing position and had him wrapped up tightly. She wasn't crying anymore. She had a look about her. Her mind set. Her resolve fixed. Whatever was in her mind right at that moment would not, could not easily be shaken or deterred. I know you have heard about a momma wolf who would fight a grizzly bear for her cubs...this looked like if it came to a fight - like it would be bloody, vicious, but with only one outcome and winner – she wouldn't lose. It was in her eyes, in the set of her jaw. She wasn't about to let anything else bad happen to her son. I could see it. She glanced at me and I shrunk away on instinct. Without releasing Jason from her clutch, she reached out a hand towards mine. Tentatively, I reached out to let her grasp my fingers. Her hands were stone cold...and her grip that of iron. It felt like a cold steel hilt to a sword (a concept I could only imagine, but it is what it felt like to me). I don't know if she intended to re-assure me...or scare the hell out of me...but scared I was. Patting Jason on the back, releasing my fingers, and looking Jason full in the face in one movement, she said to Jason, "Son, we're...I'm going to always be here for you. We'll work through all this together. I want you to go to bed, and let Mommy deal with this. I'll go talk to your Daddy (then with emphasis)...WE'LL be back for you in the morning." She pulled him to her bosom again, kissed his neck and went to get in the car with Mom. They left. We watched the tail lights fade. I was standing behind Jason, my arms had slipped around his waist and my chin was upon his shoulder. Lenny was standing beside me, with one arm loosely draped around my waist as we watched Jason's mom disappear into the night. I wondered if they'd really come back. The thought made me shiver. Jason reached up and folded his arms around mine at his stomach, as if he felt the shiver and knew my thoughts. That made me shiver again. Next, Lenny's Dad came out on the porch, followed by my Dad. They both looked to be deep in thought, but didn't seem to be the emotional basket case the women had been...nor as shell shocked as Jim had been. Leslie stood there silently beside us for a long moment, looking at the vacant place where the taillights had been that we'd just watched vanish into the night. His hand was tenderly placed upon Lenny's shoulder. He gave it a squeeze and said in an almost reverentially quiet tone, "Let's get you home, Bud." "But, Dad!" Lenny protested, "Can't I just stay here tonight. I don't want to leave. I want to be here with Jason and Liam." I noticed he put Jason first, and felt a tinge of jealousy. That quickly vanished as I understood that Jason was the one who had the most trauma. "No...No, let's give Jason and Liam some space, Bud." Lenny started to protest some more, but Leslie quickly squatted down to face level with Lenny, looking him directly in the eyes. "You need to trust me Lenny. I'll bring you back over in the morning after you wake up. Liam is too sore to have much more excitement tonight. Jason needs some rest. And all the rest of us are a bit over-stressed. We all need rest so we can think clearly." He stood back up, and was amazingly holding Lenny in his arms. Leslie's stealth strength amazed me again. Lenny sighed with resignation, turned and put both arms around his Daddy's neck and placed his head on his shoulder. As Leslie walked down the steps, he called back to my Dad, "Larry, thanks for the evening...you did a great job holding things together. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Lenny waved with his fingers without releasing his grip on his Fathers neck. Leslie put Lenny in the passenger seat, pulled the seatbelt over him, buckling him in. He walked around behind the car and got in himself. After a moment they pulled away, and Jason, Dad and I watched them disappear into the same blackness that had swallowed up the rest of them. Wordlessly, Dad turned the two of us away from the encroaching lonely blackness toward the door. He reached around us to open the door and gently pushed us inside. I heard him lock the door and also hear the light switch as he flipped it. The darkness form outside swallowed us as we stood just inside. The door and walls couldn't prevent the encroachment. I shivered again. Jason had me by the hand then, and I felt him give me a gentle squeeze. "It's been a long, long day." It was a statement. Dad left it out there all alone for a moment. "Okay, you two, off to bed. No staying up talking all hours of the night. You'll both feel better in the morning. I promise." With that, Dad was shooing us off up stairs. Jason stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back at Dad, then he went and hugged Dad really big. "Thanks for everything," I heard Jason say quietly to Dad. Dad returned the hug and patted Jason tenderly on the back. "It's going to be okay, Son. It's going to be okay. Your Dad just isn't sure how to deal with all the emotions he feels inside just now. He's angry enough to hurt the boy who hurt you, but also angry at himself for now knowing and protecting you. He is confused about how it happened, when, and what to do about it." Dad paused a moment, both still tightly hugging one another. I heard Jason weep. Dad just held on and rocked him side to side gently. "Does he h.hate me?" Jason asked in what I know to be the most pathetic and heart wrenching tone I ever heard come from Jason, ever. Dad pulled him away and lifted Jason's face to look him eye to eye. "Don't even let thoughts like that have place in your heart, Jason. You have to trust me on this one. Your Dad is a lot of things, but he is damned good father." That was the second curse word I ever heard my Father say. It worked, Jason smiled a bit, wiped at the tears in his eyes, and turned to follow me upstairs. "Jason," Dad said to him as he was halfway up the stairs. Jason turned to hear what Dad had to say. "Jason, you're loved right here, my man, right here." Dad brought his arm up and struck his chest with a closed fist twice. I saw Jason's face scrunch up in tears, as he nodded and struck his own chest twice. He turned and followed me into the bedroom. Wordlessly we both stripped to our underwear, then looking directly at one another we hooked our thumbs into the waistbands and lowered them slowly and deliberately in unison...like we had choreographed the move. I was near the bed and sat down and swung my feet up. Jason turned to lock the door, turn out he light and then he came and got in beside me. I was scooting over as best I could, given my condition, my right arm pulling the covers up over both of us as he turned with his back to me and I spooned in behind him. My arm was over his chest, and I lightly let my fingers walk over his bare skin. I could feel his nakedness all down my whole body. Every inch of the front of myself was pressed into the back of Jason. His hips and back-side were warm and silky. I could feel the hair growing on his legs tickling my own nearly hairless legs. With more daring I let my hand wander down his abdomen and I touched his belly button. His happy-trail led my wandering, caressing fingers slowly downward, I was laying on my casted arm, and I could feel that this position wasn't comfortable, nor could I stay like this for very long, but I was lost in the overwhelming sensations I was experiencing, and just couldn't force myself to stop to move and re-adjust. Jason turned to lay on his back. He must have known I was uncomfortable. I left my hand where it was and his movement made my fingers come full in contact with his pubic hair. They were soft, curly, and not a whole lot of them. I could feel the heat radiating off his dick. Sifting slightly, I closed my hand around his member, and hear an audible growl coming from Jason. I froze, but he took his hand and encouraged me to squeeze again and to continue. So, I did. I couldn't believe I was holding Jason's dick in my hand. It felt so much bigger than I imagined it would feel. He was hot, really hot there. I knew mine got hot sometimes, but his felt hotter to my touch...I don't know if he was hotter than I was, but I do know it was sooooo different holding him so intimately. Instinctively, my hand began to pump his dick up and down. His breathing quickly becoming erratic. Soon, he reached down and stopped me. He looked up, anticipating my question and leaned up to place a wet and tender kiss on my lips. This time...this time it was passion. This time...he kissed me as a lover would kiss. He put his hand up to pull my head forward, pulling me on top of his as he did so, I twinged at the position I was in and with a single fluid motion he reversed our positions with him laying on top of me...our kiss unbroken. Deeply, passionately we kissed. He reached down for my penis and grasped it firmly with his free hand, milking it slowly up and down. Between the passion of our kiss and the grasp he had on my dick I was about to erupt in orgasm. I whined as I neared. He stopped, I protested. He ignored my protests, and pulled away slightly. I felt cold, but he began to kiss my neck, then worked his way down my chest with his lips leaving a trail of wetness, past my belly button, down to my sparse pubes. I felt his soft cheeks on my dick, his breath on my pubes. Then he kissed my dick. I gasped, and nearly erupted, but before I could spew any jisz, he engulfed my dick with the warm wetness of his mouth. At the first touch of his tongue to my dick my orgasm hit me like a force of nature. I erupted in climax and streams of sperm flew from my dick deep into his mouth. At the same moment, I felt his hot jisz splash across my legs and onto my crotch, I could feel my own sperm and his mingle in my pubes. He kept working his mouth up and down my shaft until he had taken all I had. As I slipped form his lips, he began to lick all our juices up that had escaped his mouth and left his dick. After he had licked all he could get up he eased is way up my torso and kissed me. I could taste both of us. He gently let himself lower his weight until he was lying fully on top of me. Somehow we got covered, and I sensed us drifting off to sleep just like that. Sticky with sex and sweat; heavy with his weight on me, contented as I'd ever experienced in my entire life. If tomorrow proved to be the end of the world...at least he was right here...my hand on his bare skinned bottom, his face on my naked chest...the smell of my sex and his sex between us, the taste of us in my mouth, and the beating of his heart as we drifted off to sleep. Comments welcome! andyoutwest@live.com