Date: Sat, 02 May 2009 16:01:40 -0400
From: alexxxapathy@aim.com
Subject: Beach Boys chapter 7 (young friends)

His brother never really talked to us when we were hanging out, and the car
ride home was no exception. By the time Mark picked us up we were
completely soaked from standing in that downpour. A five minute car ride
later we were home, and his brother took off again for his job, reminding
Jamie that his mom wasn't going to be home until later, so keep the house
clean. Almost the moment he closed the door Jamie rushed over and locked
it, and we retreated to his bedroom upstairs. When we got to his room he
shook his beautiful blonde hair, now darkened from the deluge we'd been in
previously. Wordless we came together; lips parted, tongues danced, and
hands roamed. I wrapped my arms around his tight waist and felt his along
my back and in my hair. It felt heavenly. After a moment he broke away,
pulling his shirt off over his head revealing that flawless body; slim,
golden and toned, like a thirteen year old god.


"We should get these clothes dry while everyone's away", he said, throwing
off his shoes and socks. Following in suit, I pulled my own tee shirt off
and threw it next to his, and then removed my slip-ons and socks. Jamie sat
down on his bed, an impish grin spread over his face.


I looked into his emerald eyes, curious. "What'cha thinkin' about" I sat
down next to him.


Wordlessly he rolled on top of me, pushing my back down against the bed and
straddling my lap. He lowered himself gracefully to my chest and while
avoiding placing any strain on my injured torso, began licking and sucking
my nipple. I gasped, hard in a second.


"Please Jamie, don't stop", I panted, wrapping my arms around his back and
neck. The sensations created by his tongue and teeth over my sensitive
nipples was so overwhelming I could hardly breathe. His finger fumbled
their way under the waistband of my shorts and soon I could feel that
perfect hand of his rubbing my already solid hard-on. Slowly he worked his
way down from my chest to my belly-button, all the while planting kisses
along my torso and keeping up that sensual massage in my shorts. I could
feel his tongue twirling in my navel now, and his hands had returned to my
waistband, ripping the shorts off my slender legs in one deft movement. My
whole body shivered with the knowledge of what he was about to try. I sat
up slightly, and could muster but a single word.


"Please"


With that Jamie's tow head descended, and I felt his lips close around the
head of my cock. There were no words. Nothing could possibly explain the
extraordinary pleasure I felt. I gasped as his tongue curled around my boy
flesh,?eliciting a moan from his full mouth. Remembering what he'd done
earlier, my hands found their way into his silky mess of golden hair. My
fingers tangled their way through his tresses and my hips unconsciously
began gently rocking deeper in and out of his mouth. I could feel that
primal energy building up between my legs as Jamie worked his magic. God
damn he was good at this. His tongue massaged every facet it could reach
while his hands caressed my smooth slim legs. All I could do was moan with
pleasure; everything was so perfect. Suddenly something snapped, my hips
jolted forward and I screamed in ecstasy as I blew my load right into his
mouth. I could feel his nails digging into my leg as he sucked every bit of
boy juice I had. Something about th
 at made me feel secure, accepted. Beads of sweat were mixing with old
raindrops on my forehead as I simply collapsed backwards onto the bed.


Jamie found his way next to me, cuddling into my side. I rolled over a
little until and fit my head into the spot between his chin and his
chest. My spot. I draped my arm casually over his chest and shoulder and
cuddled myself closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my body in a
feather-soft embrace. As our legs mingled together I noticed that sometime
while my head was spinning he'd lost his shorts as well. The sensation was
incredible, spell-binding. The warmth of our bodies, flesh to flesh was so
utterly magical my heart could have stopped right then and there. A single
thought nagged at me.


"Jamie, what about you?"


He kissed the top of my head. "Don't worry about it, all I want is to lay
here with you. Let's relax."


There were no other humans in the world at that moment, or at least not in
my world. It was Jamie and I intertwined together with the covers over us,
warm and secure in his room while the rest of the world was lost to the
thunderstorm. As I was cuddling myself as deeply into the smooth nape of
his neck as physically possible I noticed a quiet sniffling sound. To my
utter disbelief Jamie was crying! Jamie; my rock, my protector, my
savior... I'd only ever seen him cry once! I shifted and propped myself up
a tad so that I could look into his face. There were tears running from
those beautiful emerald eyes of his.


"Jamie, what's wrong?", I asked, concerned. He only cried when he was
genuinely afraid.


"I'm sorry babe, it's nothing, I didn't mean to disturb you." He tried turn
his head but I wouldn't let him.


"Come on Jamie, talk to me, please. I'm worried."


He smiled a little at that and then planted a gentle kiss on my
lips. Following instinctively, my lips almost began to part for his tongue,
but it wasn't there. I drew back, a bit confused and still concerned about
him. Foregoing words entirely I gave him a pleading look, and he gave in
finally.


"Ok. It's just.. well today this morning there was a news report on the TV
about 'the gays' and how it's becoming more acceptable than it was before
to be out and stuff. But when Daddy heard that he got mad and talked about
how all the faggots were going to burn in hell." He started sobbing
lightly, but quickly regained his composure. His voice was soft. "It's
just, I was scared about doing... well doing that because what if what
we're doing is wrong Alex?" His voice was barely a whisper now. "Are
we... bad?" I was at a loss for words, I was so completely taken back. He
started crying hard, burying his head in my shoulder.


I didn't quite know how to feel. I was stunned by the ferocity, I was hurt
by the half-betrayal, I was scared by the ramifications. But most of all I
knew that my boyfriend, my heart and soul, was hurting, and that I needed
to do anything I could to make it right. I sat up, pulling him up with
me. Wordlessly I brought him over to the window, and sat him on the
windowsill in much the same way as a mother would put their child to
bed. He was still sobbing uncontrollably.


"Jamie listen. I really can't tell you what's right and wrong. I just... I
don't know. But that's just the thing, noone really knows for sure. Who's
to say? It's not like God or Jesus or whoever personally came to them and
told them 'all faggots are gonna burn in hell' or anything. It's just
stupid. If whatever's responsible for making us didn't want us this way,
than we wouldn't be. I'm not gonna lie and say I know all the answers,
cause I really don't have a clue. I'm as lost as you are. But I do know
that I love you more than I ever I thought I could love someone."


I could feel my fervor building; the intensity of the moment reaching a
pinnacle. I felt strong in my words. I felt strong in my choices.


"With you in my life, nothing else matters at all. I'll take all the abuse
in the world, happily, so long as I've got you. You make me whole. To be
honest, I don't know if we're bad or not. I don't believe anyone really
could know that, really. All I know is you, James Aaron Allenger, and
that's more than enough for me."


He'd stopped crying. When I looked into those relentlessly piercing eyes I
saw everything I felt for him reflected back at me. There was no room for
doubts, we were in love, and we knew it was meant to be. It is predestined,
it is fate, it is written. Try as the whole world may, there was nothing
that could sever the passion between us. It was the wordless truth. With
leftover tears still running down his face he pulled me into a tight
embrace. I can't tell you how long we remained there. Finally, I was the
one to break our perfect tranquility, an act that was practically
sacrilege.


"Look Jamie, the rain's gone." We both turned our gazes to the window.


The world outside was a breath-taking painting. Dew hung upon everything,
and puddles sporadically covered the landscape. The sky was mostly clouds
still, but there was no rain. The entire scene was bathed in an
amber-golden light, warm and ambient. The world glowed. In that moment,
every little thing was beautiful.


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Well, there's chapter 7 finally. Haha sorry I've been a little slow on
these, high school is doing it's very best to kick my ass before I escape.
Anyways as always I love comments, questions, concerns, ect more than
anything else, so I can't wait to hear your thoughts. I promise I'll
definately get my act in gear and start making more time for writing.... or
I'll at least try anyway XD. Love you guys! Hope you enjoyed the story,
peace.