Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 14:57:10 -0500 From: Andy Smith Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 5 (young friends) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The people are fictional, and are not intended to resemble, nor relate to any real individual or individuals. The plot is fictional, not real. The inspiration and motivation for this story resides entirely within the confines of my mind. Certain incidences and happenings in my past brought me to the understandings that lead to the creation of these characters and story. I'm finding myself in the interesting conundrum many writers face at mid point of a story. So many of you have written with advise on how you see the story going...or where you'd like to see it go. At the end of the day however, I have to be true to what I feel inside is the direction the story is leading me. This chapter is much more intense than the previous four. You may be uncomfortable reading this chapter. Should you get to a part that doesn't suit you, please just stop and wait for the next chapter. No...no...nothing BAD happens, but just...well...read for yourself. I await your response; contact me at andyoutwest@ive.com. Asleep On the Beach Chapter 5 Previously... Just as I had done him, he lowered himself to my throbbing member and brought it deep into his mouth. "Mmmmm..." he murmured on my dick. A quick rhythm began and I knew it wouldn't take but a few bobs of his head before I blew my load. I put my hands on either side of his face, he looked up from my dick, while maintaining his suction, and I could see and feel the love he was send through my body. I convulsed in the most massive orgasm of my life...right there, with is face in my hands, watching him drink my essence down, our gaze locked. Finally spent, I couldn't stand it anymore and had to collapse back on the bed. Oh...my...god. Chapter 5 The night was deepening, and I knew we'd not be able to hold out for much more of anything. Pulling the blankets up over us I snuggled down into them and wiggled into a comfortable position, Lenny instinctively knew what I was doing and without comment he adapted his position to mine and drifted away into dreamland like a contented lad. I lay there a bit longer, awake, considering all that had transpired and what I had learned today. Here, lying on my chest and in my arms was the most incredible boy I have ever known. And, he loves me. Or, at least he THINKS he does. Am I going to fast? Am I letting him confuse sex and lust for love? Shit. How can I know the difference? I'm not even old enough to know the difference myself. What if I mess this kid up? I mean...what if his thinking and mind gets screwed up because I don't know what I want...or what I'm doing. Damn. This is too confusing. *Sigh* What do I really know for sure? I do know what I feel when I'm holding him in my arms right now. I know how incredible it feels to know I am making his body feel pleasure he has never experienced. I know that much. I sighed and let my mind dwell on the pleasure, and not the questions. Just lying there with him in my arms...what an awesome feeling. His breathing was normal, his body warm, and I was content. All my life I have wanted to sleep with someone...no, no, that's not what I'm talking about...I'm talking about just BEING WITH someone...in my bed...in my arms...together...like this. And now...here HE is. And it's just awesome. I'd be content the rest of my life to just have him sleep in my arms; to feel his heart beating, to soak up his warmth, to FEEL his contented sleep. God. *Sigh* Why is it so long before we are allowed to experience this sensation. Are there complications doing this I just don't know about? Damn. Now my mind was working again. How should I handle this situation? What would Jason do if he were in this situation? Would he ever know what it feels like to hold a boy in his arms? Does it feel differently to hold a girl? *Uggh* Not curious enough about that to try to find out. But...will Jason be happy like this? Then, another thought began to creep in on me...where did Lenny come from? How did he just "end up" on the beach...and in my bed? What do I know about him? Let's see...he's gorgeous and sexy...okay...I got that...what else...hmmm. He's athletic, his body seems to tell me that. I wonder if he skates, or boards? Does he like soccer? Baseball? Football? Hmmm... What else do I know? Well...he seems to know quite a bit about sex. I wonder where he learned so much? He told me he had never done anything with anyone else before, I suppose I have to take him at his word about that. Would he lie about that? Why would he? Hmmm...I suppose he would if he wanted to protect the other person...but shit...that just makes me wonder too many things. I'll have to trust him about that for now. Wait...did he say he never did ANYTHING? Or, did he just say he had never sucked anyone (or been sucked)? Hmmm...maybe he had some OTHER sexual experience...I wonder what? He DID say there was another kid who wanted to "suck his wienie." I suppose they could have done other things...like jack each other off...perhaps. Okay, what else do I know...SHIT!! How could I forget his MOM? Now I felt guilty even more. Lenny has to be a lonely boy...and here I am practically raping him. Can you rape someone with oral sex? No. I suppose I am just a MOLESTER! *Good grief!* My mind cant wrap around all this shit. He did WANT to do this? Didn't he. Yes. I think the answer is yes. Don't I have to make sure? Yes, I have to make sure. I wonder how his Dad is? Is he mean? It's hard to imagine a beautiful kid like this...I mean, a kid with as beautiful a demeanor as Lenny coming from mean parents...so...maybe his Dad was cool. I have issues with my own folks, but really I'm lucky to have such cool parents. It COULD be so much worse. But still, Lenny seems lonely...He said what?... "he thinks I look like her..." so maybe his Dad works so much because he hates to see his wife's face so easily in his son. Hmmm...now I'm a psychoanalyst. *Sigh* I'm sure many other thoughts came through my little tired brain that night...but gratefully...with its usual stealth...sleep eventually overcame me. Sometime in the night, I was dreaming that my dick was hard as a steel bolt. What a dream...I scarcely remember ever being aware of a wet dream as it was happening...usually, when I'd had a wet dream it woke me up at the end, when my boxers were filled with my boy emissions. But, THIS...this seemed so REAL. I groaned and moved my hand down to take matters into my own hands...so to speak...and...DAMN! Lenny must have woken up horney, because his mouth was deeply impaled on my dick. I could now feel his tongue bathing me, swirling all around my dick. His moans of pleasure doubled mine, as their vibrations transferred directly to my dick. Slowly, his head moved up and down, every inch of my dick; I was being loved and cherished by this beautiful boy. Coming to my senses, I pulled the boy upwards...it wasn't easy, as he sure didn't want to stop what he was doing. But, my grip was firm and relentless, and sensing I wanted something else, he slowly relinquished his suction on my dripping dick and allowed himself to be brought up out from under the blanket and toward my face. I pulled him to my lips for a few passionate...perhaps even desperate kisses. Panting for breath, we both pulled away as if on queue. I turned up on my elbow and began caressing his heaving chest with my free hand. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at me with a half glassy look. "Why did you stop me...are you upset with me for doing that without a-a-asking?" "Shhhh...," I hushed him and leaned in to softly kiss his still damp lips. "I loved it," I assured him with a whisper. "I just want to make sure this is really what you want to do..." "Ummm...," he interrupted with a giggle, "I think it was ME working down there." His smile was gleeful. I dug a finger into his ribs causing him to writhe away from my tickle. "That's not what I mean," I said. He settled back down against my body, his warmth was such an awesome feeling, and for a few seconds I just relished in this closeness. I'd always dreamed of doing this with someone, and this was really happening...incredible. "Lenny," I whispered, "we don't have to...no...I mean YOU don't have to suck me to make me happy. Sex is great...I mean...I love this...but...but...shit." I sighed deeply and started again. "What I mean is...we don't have to do sex stuff for me and you to be friends. Does that make sense to you?" He was silent for a moment, obviously thinking. "Well...umm...okay. I think I understand what you mean..." He drifted off into more silence. I waited for him to formulate his thoughts. As he was doing so, he absentmindedly began touching my chest, making little circles around my nipples and abdomen. "Liam?" he asked finally. "Yes." "What if this IS what I want to do?" I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned over him and cupped his sweat face in both hands. My eyes locked him in a deep, searching gaze for several seconds...our lips only inches apart. Our breath warming each other. Slowly I lowered my lips to his, closing my eyes on my dissent. Ever so gently our lips touched...no torrents of passion, no lust, no dueling tongues...just a tender embrace...soft touch. I wanted to convey my very true and deep passion, but didn't want this to be about sex...but love. I suppose he understood, because my eyes opened as I felt his lips quiver under mine. I saw tears forming in his eyes and slowly drip down the sides of his face. My thumbs gently brushed the tears away and I let him cry, while drawing him fully into my arms. Our prone bodies melting together so that it wasn't possible to distinguish between us. Ever so slowly I began kissing his tender body, starting at his neck, ears, and shoulders, and worked systematically down, down, down. The scent of this boy, the feel of him...I was swimming in a sea of sensuality. The more my lips touched him, the more of him I craved. Lower I worked, licking, kissing, and pausing everywhere to lay my face against him...his flesh and mine pressed together...love flowing between us. As I approached his dick, his breathing changed to quick shallow breaths...I almost feared he would hyperventilate. I looked up at him then, our eyes meeting. His look was of desperation. "Please," he groaned in that sexy, husky voice. How could I resist? I took him in then, his musk filling my nostrils as his penis slipped deep into my mouth. My lips tightly caressed his dick, and my tongue clung to it in desperation. Desperation, because I wanted my every touch to convey what I was feeling. I wasn't trying to "get him off," I was trying make love to him. Thoughts of inadequacy flashed through my mind, given my general lack of real experience...but the flesh in my mouth, at my fingers, against my skin seemed to quell those doubts and I continued loving my new boyfriend...BOYFRIEND! Shifting into better position, I spread his legs slightly and began caressing his butt cheeks. I discovered how incredibly sexy and alluring those globes of flesh are to actually hold and caress. I especially loved where his ass cheeks and legs joined together...god. My fingers found their prize...his pucker-hole. I touched it, and he nearly convulsed in my arms. "AAHHHhhhhhhh," he moaned and pushed himself toward my caress. I pulled off his dick long enough to lick the area between there and his balls (perineum...I know now...but had no clue there was a name for it back then). Quickly I replaced my mouth back on his throbbing prick, he moaned in appreciation, and returned my fingers to his hole. As I gently probed his hole, I could feel it twitch, begging me to enter, and his moans gave me the same sense of urgency. As I pressed slightly harder, I felt him open and my finger slipped past the fist digit. Now his anal ring gripped and re-gripped my finger as he twisted and moaned and hissed. At first, his body pulled away from my probing finger...as if it hurt...then as he adjusted to it he began pushing back onto my finger, drawing it deeper into himself. When I felt his little walnut of a prostrate (no...I had no idea then what I'd found in there...), he jumped physically and spasmed all over. His dick began to convulse and I felt his orgasm exploding, wracking his dick with pleasure. So intense was his orgasm that I could actually feel and taste a bit of cum...he had actually shot into my mouth. Oh my god! I couldn't believe how intense all this was...for him...or for me. On and on he convulsed, his head turning back and forth and delirious groaning and noises emitting from him. When his dick finally quit throbbing, I felt him relax and shrink back down on the bed, but I kept my finger deep inside his warm hole...perfectly still though...just holding my place inside him and reveling in the sensation of actually being inside another person...THIS person. Also, I kept his dick inside my mouth, though as with my finger in his ass...I kept my mouth perfectly still...just enjoying the intensity of having him in such an intimate way. Amazingly, his dick did not shrink like mine does after an orgasm. He was still ridged inside my mouth, and I just knew any movement on my part would be sensory overload for him, but I sure didn't want to pull away. Eventually, he came down from his post orgasmic high, and as his breathing got under control he reached ever so gently for my face and hinted that he wanted me to pull off. I obliged, but was disappointed. It felt like I was abandoning my post! I am not sure what I expected...but his next actions were incomprehensible to me. "Fuck me," his husky, breathy voice pleaded. "Please, Liam, I need you inside me." "Oh my god, Lenny," I gasped, "I'm way too big for you...I'd tear you apart." "Noooooo...PLEASE!" he begged, "I have to feel you inside me...god...please do it Liam...please." He began to turn over to get himself into position on all four. I gently turned him back on his back, and he was crying. "Please...," he whimpered. "I'm not sure this is a good idea...," I began, but he was pulling and pulling at me trying desperately to get me to agree. "Okay," I sighed, "please though...I don't want to hurt you. We've got to figure how...," I had had an idea. Reaching over for my hand lotion which I kept in my bedside drawer I grabbed it and smiled at him. "What?" he asked. "Lube...it will help me slip inside." I put some in my hand and began rubbing up and down my dick. Still...I wasn't entirely sure this would be a great idea. I was considerably bigger than him. Hmmm...Ahhh...another idea. "Lenny," I said softly to him, "I want you to be on top." "Huh? How" I rolled over on my back and gave him the lube. "Put some of this inside yourself down there, then I want you to sit on my dick. That will let you be in control. You can go as slow as you want, take as much as you can, and stop if you need to. I saw something like this on the net once when Jason and me were looking at some porn sites once. It looked hot...and it might be easier for you." I could see the lights go on in his head and his eyes brightened considerably. A devilish grin formed on his lips. "Perfect," he said. Taking the lotion, he did as I instructed, working the lotion inside himself and moving into position astraddle my groin. He reached down and kissed my dick. "Ewww!" he grimaced, "tastes like lotion!" Smiling he pulled up to planted a deep kiss on my lips, then he settled back and grabbing my dick with his right hand he raised his ass up to hover just above my manhood. He looked up then at me and watched me watch him as he slowly lowered himself to my dick. I gasped as I felt the warmth of his wet pucker hole when it touched my dick head. "Are you sure," I mouthed silently to him as we approached the point of no return. Wordlessly he pressed down on my dick. As I felt the lips of his...he was way toooo beautiful to call it an asshole...felt them struggle to open. The more pressure he applied, the more he grimaced, concentrating on taking me into himself. His nostrils flared ad he breathed deeply. He lowered his head and seemed almost to pray, but I'm nearly certain that isn't what he was doing. When he raised his head, he was calm and had a peaceful look on his face. Placing his hands upon my chest, he pushed a bit more downward with his ass. Suddenly, I felt him open and my dickhead popped inside him. He clenched his eyes, and held his breath, waiting for his hole to adjust. After a few moments...he looked up at me again and I could feel him relax...he slid another inch down on my dick. I was in outer space. His ass was hot to my dick, and he felt like velvet. Slippery velvet. But, it also hurt as his tightness held my skin pulling it against my dickhead. It felt like he was ripping the skin right off my dick. How is it possible to be in rapturous bliss and agony at the same time? I knew this wouldn't last long though, I was already about to explode up his ass. How could I hold out any longer? Sensing my nearness, Lenny determined all the more to finish what he started. He got a serious look on his face, and pushed down again. Hard this time. Deep this time. All the way this time, but very slowly. My dick was being engulfed by his hot and hungry boy-hole. God. I thought I would surly pass out. Every millimeter of downward assent on my dick was intense. I am only about five and a half inches long, but this made me feel like I was a foot long! The pain was intense for him, as he cried out in agony at his impalement. As he bottomed out on my pubic mound, his head was thrown backward and his entire body was super tense. I got scared and started to panic, thinking I'd seriously hurt him. I reached for him, and pleaded for him to stop and get off, but he pushed away my hands and by forceful glare caused me to shut up. This was his ride, and he wanted no interference. His breath was held for the longest time, furthering my panic. But, slowly he began to relax, and I could feel his ass ring grip and release my dick. He began to breath, and ever so slowly brought his head back down to look at me. What I saw was a mixture of bliss and pain, love and sensuality. As his ass pulsed on my dick, I couldn't hold out a second longer. While looking deep into his sex-crazed eyes I exploded my load into his bowels. His ass still firmly planted on my pole, and his butt cheeks resting on my pubes and groin. Though his balls rode high on his dick, I could also feel them on my skin as well. One, two, three...I lost count of the spasms. This was without doubt the single most intense feeling of my life (even to this day, I've never ever felt that intensity again). I must have been contorting all over the bed, as I nearly bucked him off me, but even so, he was equally determined to ride this out and wasn't to be thrown. As he sensed me coming down from my orgasm, he lowered himself down and lay on my heaving chest, still implanted deeply on my dick. Tears of joy fell from both our eyes. There was silence between us, as we both reveled in the glow of what had just happened. Unbelievably, I didn't get soft. The heat from his body, the intense pressure on my dick, and the ever-so-slight movements of his ass kept me hard. Sensing my firmness, Lenny sat up, pushing himself up with his hands on my chest. Back in an upright position, he began slowly riding my dick, rising first just an inch, and then two, then three. My sperm was lubing him enough that he soon found a rhythm that suited him, closed his eyes and set in for a long fuck. God. This boy was amazing. My dick was a torrent of sensations. I could feel every movement inside his hot bowels as he rode me. The tight ring of his anus gripped and relaxed as he worked himself up and on my shaft. His hands remained planted on my rib cage, just above my diaphragm, and I reached up and began to caress his sides and chest with my hands. I rubbed his butt cheeks and thighs, and then worked my way around to his beautiful straight dick and began jacking him in time with his motions. Both of us were groaning and desperate for release...orgasm was close...sooo close. His small dick in my hands surged in size as his climax hit him, and at the same time his ass ring clamped down on my dick. That was it for me. My second climax in just minutes of each other. This wasn't as huge in the amount of jisz I pumped into him earlier, but nearly as intense. My body spasmed as I arched my back, pulling my ass off the bed and driving my dick as far up his chute as it could go...I wanted it deeper than that...I wanted to be totally inside him. He was gasping and nearly crying with pleasure as he felt my hot seed pump deep inside. I don't know how it all ended...I was deliriously happy, satisfied, and exhausted. Somehow he collapsed on top of me, but remained impaled on my prick. What roused me out of my stupor was the feel of my now flaccid dick being expelled from his body. I remember thinking this is what it felt like taking a dump...only opposite. Weird. I know...but that's what went through my mind. He whimpered at the vacancy in his bottom, and snuggled his face and lips deep into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his silky skin on his back, and buttocks. Lenny groaned in disapproval as I wiggled under him slightly to reach down and find the blankets, but I knew he would be getting cold with his naked bottom exposed. The afterglow of our love making generated so much heat, but now we were starting to cool off. Anyway, I found it (barely) with my fingertips and managed to grab enough to get it pulled up and over the both of us. Lenny cooed a tiny bit as he settled back into my body. Just before we drifted back into our dreams, Lenny whispered, "You were so awesome...I could feel your heat deep inside...it was better than I ever dreamed." "It is a dream, Baby," I whispered, "a dream come true." Sleep came...and I was happy...so very happy. I was startled awake with the overwhelming sense of a presence hovering over me. My eyes popped open, but unable to quickly focus in my early morning stupor, my breath seem to completely disappear. It was a feeling of being caught doing something naughty. "Damn, Dufus..what did you two do last night!" ...It was JASON'S voice...OMG! Ahh...now the proverbial "shit is in the fan!" Or, is it? Hmm...what shall we discover now? Let me know your thoughts. I already know many of you will disapprove of these two going at it so...shall we say...intensely...this soon...or even that they have done this at all. I feel your consternation (how about that as a big word?). I have been struggling with how to treat this for quite a while. I have received a LOT of emails from you all (THANKS!! I don't want to say here how many because that could be misconstrued as braggadocios or some other disdainful thing...I am NOT trying to do that), you have had so many keen insights and wishes for these boys. All I can say is that I hope you all can hang with me for a bit to see how THESE boys deal with this. Have they made mistakes? Have they spoiled things? The way I see it, life is often complicated, these boys are dealing with adult feelings and situations, and of course they are not adults yet. Haven't we all been THERE before? Well...let's give these boys a chance to see how they move forward from here. As always, thanks for your responses; I answer each with care, quickly. Many thanks to all the prayers and best wishes from you all for me and Jake. ~ Andy, andyoutwest@live.com