Date: Fri, 2 May 2008 01:51:59 -0500 From: Andy Smith Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter Six Gay/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. Okay...were to begin. Email. I am amazingly stupid to miss-type my OWN email address in the previous chapter (actually, I may have done that more than once...Sigh). Yet, you all seem to have recognized my glaring stupidity and wrote me anyway. Bless you! I have thoroughly enjoyed each and every email you all have sent. You are a very kind, and forgiving lot, and have made this experience all the better. Thanks. Second, no word from Jake, my dear lost friend from Perth. I still long to hear from you if you are out there still reading stories on nifty. Many thanks to all of you who have voiced well wishes to us in this regard. Last...the story. Thank you for sticking with me through the last chapter. Painful as it was for me to "jump the gun" with the sexuality in that chapter, I hope you bear with me and these boys as we work through some difficult issues. I love a romance, but life is often pretty complicated too. All responses are treated with respect and answered as promptly as I can. andyoutwest@live.com Asleep On the Beach Chapter 6 Previously... 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! Chapter 6 "Shut up," my lungs regained capacity, "You scared the shit outta me." My heart was racing a thousand beats a minute. What did he see? What had he figured out? Was he mad? I groaned and twisted a bit in the bed, only then realizing that Lenny had glommed on to me during the night and was intertwined completely...legs and arms all combined and wrapped around me...didn't how two people could knot-up like that! I felt a smile creep upon me despite having just been caught red-handed in bed...naked (NAKED)...with the boy of my dreams! Oopps. I had to come up with something here...or did I...this is my Jason after all. I quickly ascertained that we (Lenny and I) were still covered up, and thereby semi decent (we were still nude...NAKED...under the blanket). I'd have to figure out a way pretty quickly to get Jason out of the room long enough for me and Lenny to get decent. But, at least he didn't catch us in all our glory! Wait...why was... "Dufus," I groused, "what are you doin up here anyways?" I asked. "Easy peasy," he quipped, "your Mom and Dad left your lazy ass up here in the bed and told me to come on up and roll you out!" He grabbed the edge of the comforter and jerked it off the two of us faster than I could react (I had just been rudely woken up after all!!). Damn. I panicked! Lenny didn't. Jason was speechless. The sudden cool air on Lenny's backside roused him with a jolt, and he sat bolt upright and looked around. Me...I'm a grouch when I wake up in the morning...and THIS certainly wasn't HOW I intended on being roused this morning...SO...I was about to lay into Jason for being so rude...let alone for busting me naked (NAKED) in the bed with a twelve year old! *Sigh* Lenny, however appeared to be a cheerful riser, and even being discovered nude (and may I say he was beautiful nude...and he had a wonderfully hard morning woody!) was of little concern to him. "Hey Jason!" he beamed as he rolled around to get up and plant his feet squarely on the bed while sitting upright on the edge. He sensed the tension between Jason and me right away (the air WAS thick with it after all). Looking between the two of us, a devilish grin came upon his face, one could readily see the cogs turning as he contemplated his next words or actions. "I'm starving," he said matter-of-factly, while holding his taut belly. Of course, Jason and I just gawked at him, as he rubbed his belly with a morning stiffy waving proudly...yet that fact seemingly ignored by the youngster. He winced just slightly as he slid off the bed, his ass just rubbing the edge as he got up. I caught the grimace and my conscience pained me instantly, as I knew what was most likely the cause of his sore butt. Damn. I should have known better than to let him do what he wanted with me...I should have been looking out for him, instead I let my own horniness take over my good judgment. I AM a monster after all!! *Sigh* I suppose I wasn't the only one who noticed his pained rising, for despite the flag pole (no, it wasn't THAT big...it's just a figure of speech...sheesh..relax, will ya?) jutting out in front of him, Jason said, "What's going on here? What did you two do?" He made a slight movement toward Lenny, which caused him to retreat back to the bed...seemingly suddenly aware of his nudity. I'm not sure he was afraid of Jason, but I couldn't be sure. "Look," I interrupted, "nothing's going on...we just woke up...that's all. Just calm down." I was the one who most excited here...not EXCITED as in...you know...but...excited as in WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO NOW! "Lenny, why don't you get those boxers on I gave you last night and wait for me down stairs...there's milk in the `fridge, and cereal in the cabinet beside it. I'll be down in a sec...just let me get some clothes on and talk to Jason a sec...okay?" I nodded toward the door, and gave him a combination pleading and comforting look. He slid back off the bed, wincing again...damn...and bent over to pick up Jason's old boxers. I detected a glance of familiarity on Jason's face as he silently watched beautiful Lenny pull up his old boxers. Lenny walked toward the door, and just before disappearing out into the hall way, he turned to face us. His erection had by now vanished and he looked all the world like a little kid standing in my doorway. "Don't take too long," he whispered in his low, husky (sexy!) voice, "you know I don't like being alone." Double damn! Stoically, he turned and left the room with the door still open. I was in a trance, my mind awash with a thousand thoughts, my eyes were left staring after the boy...inwardly it felt as if I could see his ghost still standing there...THAT was weird. I was brought back to my senses as Jason sat down on the bed. Vaguely I knew he had kindly gathered the comforter around my exposed boy parts. I looked down as he was just pulling his hands away from their act of charity...odd, I thought, as these were the hands that had just dastardly EXPOSED me in all my glory just a couple of minutes ago...isn't it funny how the mind gets all wrapped up in the stupidest thoughts just at the most bizarre moments? Okay...I suppose it's just MY mind that wierds-out on me...go figure. "He fucked me," I mumbled through my daze. "I mean...he...no...I...ummm...shit." I was too confused to even know how to begin. Tears all of a sudden just started pouring out of my eyes. I wasn't even aware that I was crying, until I felt teardrops hit my belly. Jason had turned full sideways towards me, and he reached for me...to comfort me...but I jerked backwards as if I was afraid he was about to hit me. Damn. Undaunted, Jason just reached further towards me with his same gently way, and pulled me to him...into his chest. I couldn't talk...only cry. Jason's arms went completely around me and he just held me through it. Why was I crying...for GOD'S SAKE!!... I hadn't done anything wrong...had I? Why was I so upset? What had happened to me...to us? Was Lenny as freaked out as me? I thought I was supposed to be like on cloud ten zillion or something. Hadn't I read about the "morning-after" glow? Is this it? Sheesh...I don't want to do THAT again...if it is. That made me giggle. Damn. Tears streaming down my face like a school girl, I'm naked...NAKED...in Jason's arms (JASON!!! OMG!!!), and I had just been awoken after a night of my first sexual encounter...no...that was no encounter!...and here I am laughing at my situation. I guess Jason could see the irony, as he responded with a giggle of his own. He ran his hands up my back in a comforting way and then up to my hair. Gently he caressed my hair, slowly pulling my head back from himself enough to look deep into my eyes. "Look," he said as gentle a tone as I've ever heard, "let's just slow down and figure this out together. It's me...YOUR Jason. I'm here for you, Bud. I don't know what you mean by, "he fucked me...," but I'm guessing we need to start before that." I kinda smiled at his dry wit, and wiped tears from my eyes and sat up straighter. "Well," I sniffed, and proceeded, "we didn't start out to DO anything...it just sorta happened." So, I told him about our kissing, then I struggled with how to TELL him about us sucking each other...how can you TALK about THAT? Eventually, I stumbled over myself to get it out there enough for him to put the story together. "So...," he led me on to finish the story. "Well...so...then he...no, we...Damn." I froze up again. "Just tell me, for Christ's sake already," he insisted. He could be a persistent cuss. Oh well...there didn't seem to be a way out of this. How would he respond to what I had to say? Would he hate me? Would he think I was disgusting? What is he hated me for this? What would I do for the rest of my life with no Jason to be there for me? I could feel the panic surging up again...this time right up to my throat...it was palpable...I was choking on it...I was certain I would pass out. But wait...he IS here with me NOW...and he HADN'T run screaming from the room...yet. *Sigh* I swallowed hard, drew in a ragged breath, and told him how that Lenny was so horny, and that what we had done was soooo sexy...so HOT...and that we just NEEDED each other. I told Jason that I was too big, but Lenny just insisted that I...ummm...ummm...that I ummm...shit (NO...he didn't WANT me to SHIT...that's just an expression!). I told Jason how that Lenny wasn't going to take no...so I told him to mount me. Jason looked stupefied...I could tell he had no clue about what I meant...Damn. SO, I had to tell him the WHOLE detail of what we did...what he did to me...or should I say, what I ...good grief. One thing I DID notice...Jason was DEFINITELY tenting under his North Carolina blue nylon shorts. Obvious tent. Deliciously noticeable tent! Shit...AM I a pervert? Or what? Here I am just hours after my first time...with easily the best experience of my life, and I am lusting after my best friend! Jason saw what was looking at, and I saw him lick his lips. It was fast...but I saw it. "Dude!" I exclaimed under my breath, "did that give you a hard-on?" "No shit, Sherlock!" He exclaimed, while adjusting his dick in his briefs. "That's a hot story...no matter how you swing." He blushed a little at his own words. Hmmm...this gets more interesting by the day I'm thinking. "So," I said, shrugging my shoulders, "what the fuck am I gonna do?" "Do?" "With him???" I nodded my head toward the door. "You don't have to DO anything with me." That would be Lenny. He stepped into the door way and his body language suggested betrayal. Damn...he was standing outside the door the whole fucking time I was telling Jason about what we did. Shit. Damn. Fuck! I jumped up towards Lenny, but the blanket fell off me, and there I was again...naked as when I was born. *Sigh* This just was NOT turning out to be a good morning. Jason to the rescue again. He grabbed me gently by the arm as I moved toward Lenny, and pulled me back to the bed, forcible pulling me down to a sitting position again. Deftly, he scooped the blanket off the floor and dropped it back into my lap again...chivalry never meets it's match. Lenny turned to run out the door, but Jason had already anticipated his move and cut him off quickly. Amazingly gently, but obviously forcefully Jason turned Lenny back to the room, bringing him to the bed and sat him down beside me. Considering his next move a second, Jason held Lenny in place with a hand on his thigh and pushed me over with the other, leaving just enough room between us for him to sit. Which he did. Plop. "Okay," he said, with a tone that indicated he would not be easily ignored. "This started out great. You two are friends...and need one another...even I can see that much." He began stroking Lenny's thigh just a little bit. Lenny was still only wearing Jason's old thread-bare boxers (VERY thread-bare). Jason wasn't doing anything sexual...more like big brother might do for a little brother...comforting. "What I need to know, Lenny...," he looked down at Lenny, and the intense nature of his look seemed to force Lenny to look up at him, "is if YOU are okay." Lenny shrugged. "I mean," Jason continued, a bit gentler this time, "is your butt sore...you know...from what you did...together?" A shrug again. A pause. "It's a little sore...I guess," Lenny finally mumbled. I could since the embarrassment in his voice. He wiggled his cute butt around a bit in response to the line of questioning. "Let me see it," Jason said. "What?" Lenny cried, "y...you want to see my...b.butt?" "No," Jason countered, "I want to see your butt-hole." OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lenny froze. I was speechless. I though Jason was the straightest arrow in the ...ummm...whatever arrows are carried in... Realization spread over Jason's face. Now it was HIS turn to blush. "Just let me see...okay!" Jason demanded. "I'm not gonna rape you, or anything, but somebody needs to see if your okay ...down there. You aren't gonna ask your Dad are you?" Jason raised his eyebrows at Lenny. He had him on that one...NO self respecting kid was just gonna turn up his ass to his parents to check out after a night of sex...gay sex, or not. And, I guess it seemed obvious to EVERYONE in the room that I would be worthless to do it, as I was most likely the culprit here...or perpetrator...or whatever. Besides, I just had to see what Jason was up to (literally!). Hmmm...this could be okay for all of us I suppose...oh...wait. Jason is not like that...I forgot...or did I? Okay, so, reluctantly, Lenny turned over and pulled down his (Jason's) boxers. Instant hard-on for me. Damn. I got up and moved over to the other side of Lenny and began to gently caress his back and the tops of his luscious mounds. I was trying to not be sexual with the boy, as even a sex hound like me could see that this was important. Why didn't I think of this? Jason never ceases to amaze me. Slowly, Jason reached out and touched Lenny's bare bottom. It was a tentative touch, a tender one. I noticed a slight tremble in his fingers. "Here," Jason whispered, "Let's move and let him up on the bed better so he can be more comfortable." I don't know why he was whispering...but it seemed entirely appropriate. I remember thinking there was something of awe, or ...well...something noticeable in his voice when he whispered that morning to us...me and Lenny naked...well, I was naked, Lenny was for all practical purposes. Wordlessly, Lenny cooperated and adjusted himself up on the bed, continuing to lie on his stomach. Somehow, he managed to loose the drawers though...completely off. Naked. In my bed, naked. Again (AGAIN!). With me, also naked. And, Jason. Wow. Jason and I adjusted ourselves as well. One on each side. I noticed Jason re-adjust his cock again. Big bulge going on there again. I wondered if I was EVER going to see it again...and when? If ever. Once again, with trembling hands, Jason reached for those firm, round buns. Jason's hands were warm...he had touched me several times already, and I definitely paid attention to THOSE kinds of details. Ever so gently, Jason parted the boys bum cheeks to get a better glimpse of his pucker. Lenny groaned slightly. Jason looked over at me and motioned at the headboard, "Get me one of those pillows and slide it under him here," he said, while sliding is hand under Lenny's midriff and lifting slightly. Lenny, being a real trooper, quickly understood what Jason wanted and obliged by lifting his own rear-end up to accommodate the pillow. I was a bit slower on the up-take and took a couple of seconds to figure out what we were doing. *Sigh* Actually...my mind...and eyes...were captivated by where Jason's hands were now located. One under his midriff...precariously close to Lenny's pride and joy, and the other right on his left boy-cheek. Damn. (I say that a lot don't I? Hmmm...I don't cuss in real life much...just an occasional slip every now and then...wonder what's up with that?). Eventually, though, I got it...the pillow, and placed it dutifully where I'd been instructed, and even refrained from the impulse to caress a certain...appealing...part of this sexy boy on my bed. This seemed to do the trick for Jason, as he now had a good view of Lenny's bum. Again, he parted the cheeks, and I gasped audibly. Lenny heard me and turned his head to look behind him at his lower portions, then up to me, then back to his butt. "What?" he cried. "Damn." That was Jason. "Shit." That was me. "What the fuck?" That was Lenny. We both poked him at the same time, "Don't cuss like that," we both chimed in unison...I suppose our mothers upbringing was not totally useless. Though, given the circumstances, I'm not sure we would have won brownie points for the effort. "Dudes," Lenny protested, "YOU BOTH were cussing TOO! And, besides, answer my question...what's the matter?" His low, husky voice was a couple of notches higher, the concern obvious in his voice. I looked at Jason, who was looking at me. I had a bit of panic on my face, I could feel it. Jason didn't look all that happy just now ether. Jason released Lenny's cheek with one hand and reached for Lenny's pucker with tentative fingers, lightly tracing the dark bruising that ringed his sphincter. He pressed the center slightly, causing Lenny to wince, and gasp a sharp intake of breath. Jason brought his finger around to look at it. We both saw it and immediately recognized the blood at once. Shit. Okay. Now we move forward, but once again, many more questions than answers. Write if you have comments, andywest@live.com