Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 18:04:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon Loewe <jonloewe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oliver Chapter 8

Disclaimer: You know the stuff!

CHAPTER EIGHT -- Day 7 --
I awoke with Oliver still sleeping on my chest and my
hand on his butt. Man, a fight can really tire you
out. There was a knock on the door. It was Dad.
"Oliver, Michael Jon? Mr. Hart called and wants Ollie
home to go to church."
"What time is it?"
"It's 9:00. Church starts in half an hour and they
invited us to go with them and I said we would. So
shake a leg and be down in 20 minutes."
Well, I hadn't been to Church since I was 10. But I
suppose that I should have been really grateful that
morning. I was 15, almost 16, I was healthy, strong
and reasonably good looking. Guys and girls were after
me. I had a great love in my live. I had finally found
friends - good ones. I had a great set of parents who
accepted me for what I am (even though Dad doesn't
know about all of it, I have never felt anything but
confidence in me from him.) I had done everything I
could think of that I wanted to do in 9th grade -- I
was on 2 popular sports teams, which I love and was in
the school play which was a dream! And I got away from
Jason last night. I guess I could go to Church today
and thank Him for everything in my life.
We were dressed in 10 minutes and scarfing down some
eggs and headed out the door. We all rode in the
Hart's van.
Church was all right. The preacher went on about
giving our lives to God. But in my heart, I guess I
kept a silent prayer of thanks. That's why I decided
to come, anyways. So it was only right to thank Him.
We got home from Church and mom and dad suggested that
we go to the beach. Now it was about 45 minutes away
but we jumped at the chance.
We had lunch and packed a picnic dinner and we again
got in Ollie's parents van, (their idea) and headed
for the beach for the afternoon.
We got a nice sunny day, but not too hot. We arrived
on the beach and Ollie's eyes were roaming everywhere.
Lots of buff older guys out for the day. I laughed at
him. He punched me playfully in my shoulder and I
winced a bit.
"Ooh, sorry!"
"Gotcha!"
He punched me again  -- harder.
"Ow!"
"Wimp!"
"Mom, Oliver hit me!"
Dad cuffed the back of my head playfully and told me
to shut up and act like a man. He then put me in a
headlock and wrestled me for a while as we walked. Did
I mention I love my dad? He wasn't perfect -- we had
had our `discussions.' But he was always fair. Oliver
was giggling.  My dad grabbed Ollie in a headlock and
we continued to walk along.
"That's right, keep him in line!" said Ollie's dad.
We got to the beach and dad dumped us on the sand.
(Did I mention my dad was strong?)
We took off our pants and shirts and had our suits on.
We wore speedos. What self-respecting gay boy would
not want to show off his equipment. Ollie got a lot of
stares from guys and girls who probably didn't expect
to see so huge a bulge on a kid only 5'2" tall. I got
some stares too but I think it was more for my pecs
and arms than for my soft dick. Ollie and I made our
way to the waves and jumped in. It was a bit chilly
but not cold.
We had jumped in near a bunch of other teens, about 8
of them. I didn't recognize any of them so they must
have gone to a different school. They were playing a
kind of water volleyball thing. A volleyball -- and a
net -- in the water. Right!?! They invited us to play.
We jumped in and each of us joined a separate side to
make the teams even. It was a lot of fun cause when
you went for a diving save -- you didn't hit the sand
or the floor but the water.  We had a ton of fun
playing. Ollie was damn good at Volleyball. Everyone
was impressed. He may have been short but he knew how
to set and return. No one really won. It was just for
fun. (I like that. Why always compete?) We found out
that they were from a Church youth group and the came
here every other Sunday after church. After the game
we all went and sat on the sand, the wetter stuff, and
rested. We were tired. The waves would come up and wet
our feet and legs and keep us cool. We talked about a
lot of things and they were all kind of clustered
around Ollie and I -- kind of like we were the center
of attention.
One of the girls, Jill, I think, suggested that we
walk down the beach. Everybody agreed. We got up and
headed down toards a rock outcropping about a half a
mile off. We got there and I saw a sign. "Clothing
Optional Beach" Before Ollie and I realized it all of
the others had dropped their suits, guys and girls,
and ran into the water. I didn't even know that this
place existed. Damn! Ollie and I looked at each other.
"What the fuck!"
We dropped our suits and joined the kids in the water.
Of the 5 girls and 3 guys -- they were all developing.
They all had pubes. The girls all had tits -- one rack
was huge and the others were normal to small. The
other guys had good hairy dicks -- they were all
around 15-17. What a turn on. But -- I must say --
nothing sexual happened. We played, dived and jumped
in the water -- naked -- like we were born to it. But
everyone stared at Oliver as he entered the water. His
big hairless dick was swinging. Nothing was said but
you know that they were impressed. We resumed our
playing. It was getting close to 4:00 and the kids got
out and put their suits back on. We followed. We all
then went back to the clothed part of the beach. Said
our goodbyes and Ollie and I rejoined the `rents.
Dad asked us where we'd been.
I said, "Did you know there was a nude beach here?"
"Is that where you were?"
"Yeah!"
"You were nude?"
"Everybody else was!"
"And nothing happened?"
"What do you mean?"
He gave me his `you know what I'm talking about' look.
"No. We were just naked. They seemed just to be
natural that way. Nothing funny happened."
"All right," was said a little unsurely.
We enjoyed our picnic lunch. We finished about 5pm and
decided to head home.
We got home and loaded all the stuff into the houses.
Ollie gave his Mum a kiss and came over to sleep for
the night. I got into the shower and Ollie followed.
We soaped each other up and washed every nook and
cranny of each others bodies. We then held each others
dicks and made out again under the warm water. This
was becoming our favorite thing to do. There is
something so comforting about a hand cupped around
your dick and balls. And the kiss -- well -- what can
I say. I love kissing Ollie.  We rinsed off and dried
off and went to my room. We locked the door. We turned
on the TV and put in a movie. We laid on the bed and
cuddled. I'm a sucker for "Wild America" Scott
Bairstow, Devon Sawa and Jonathan Taylor Thomas. (Is
he really gay? I think Devon is too!) We watched the
movie and cuddled and caressed. At the end I remoted
off the TV and VCR. We settled in, my head on Ollie's
chest this time. I kissed his chest and he kissed my
forehead and we drifted off to sleep.


Michael Jon Loewe