Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2003 10:28:29 -0800 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Leonards-Lust ch. 12 This is a fictional story. It is based on many experiences and fantasies of the authors. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button. Cast of Characters: Leonard Kirk Harston (Lenny) Lawrence Olivier Goodwin (Rennie) Mrs. Harston, Lenny's mom Mr. Harston, Lenny's dad Mr. Goodwin, Rennie's dad Mrs. Goodwin, Rennie's mom Joy -- Rennie's older sister Jennifer -- Rennie's younger sister Bobby -- Joy's husband Seth -- Lenny's friend Luke -- Seth's lover Chris -- Seth's Brother Criag -- Chris's lover Jake Smith -- Seth and Chris's cousin. Colin -- Jake's husband & Bobby's brother Morty -- Rennie's Cousin Ursula -- Jake & Colins daughter Uri -- Jake and Colin's son Carrie -- Jake's sister Uncle Jake -- Jake's dad Aunt Lindy -- Jake's mom Renate -- The Goodwin's housekeeper Etta -- the Smith's housekeepe Shelley -- Friend at University DeVon -- Shelley's cousin   From Chapter 12: I walked (DeVon) to the door. He reached his hand out and grasped mine. I glad that we - " Our eyes met and he stopped mid-sentence. After a long moment, I said, "Yeah. Me too. Uh - " He pulled me in and kissed me lightly on the lips. I totally melted into his arms. It felt so right! We kissed deep. I felt his whole body touching mine, warming and tingling. He stepped back. We both sighed deeply. He pointed at me and winked slightly. "Just friends!" "Just friends!" Chapter 12 Here I was again, in front of the mirror, Friday night, trying to act like this was not any big thing, but not quite even fooling myself. If I primped the first time getting ready, I feel like a teen girl going on her first date tonight! I forgot to get his number. He didn't even ask me for mine. I didn't see Shelley after Thursday -- too late to ask her his number. I had no idea what the dress for this party was. He said it was just a get-together, but he also let `party' slip twice. I decided it was better to be too dressy than too casual. I chose my best jeans -- well, it WAS at the beach! But they were the ones that hugged my body like a glove, and I ironed a sharp crease in the front of each leg. I wore a white starched (I spray starched it myself as I ironed it) shirt with a high collar. Again my deck shoes, but with white socks. Etta had a way of making them look brand new each time they were washed. My hair was getting a little too long, but I parted it and combed it over like I did in junior high school. It kind of fell into my face a little in little curly waves. And of course I took an hour shower, shaving myself so my face nearly shined when I was finished! I put deodorant in my armpits -- loads of it -- and in my crotch! Then I found some CK-1 cologne that one of the guys left behind. I was careful not to use too much. I sprayed a room deodorant in the living room and (I'm embarrassed to say) the bedroom! I lit an aromatic candle. I brushed my teeth, my tongue, flossed AND used mouthwash! My shirt was tucked tightly into my pants to show off my thin physique. Of course the bulge in my pants could not be missed in the stretch jeans. I put moisturizer on my face and arms. At 6:58 PM, I stood sideways in front of the full-length mirror. "Damn, you look good enough to eat" the reflection in the mirror told me. "Thanks!" I said out loud. Then I thought to myself -- so my reflection could not hear it, "That's the idea!" But I could tell by his expression, he knew exactly what I was thinking! Then he turned red. KNOCK KNOCK! I jumped a foot in the air! Which at my height can be dangerous! I turned the lights down low, not thinking that he could probably see that through the window. I opened the door. "Hi!" I said all perky, as if this was an every day occurrence. "Just let me grab my stuff!" What? I had all my stuff in my pockets: one comb in a back pocket, and I.D. in the other. I didn't even want to carry my wallet -- to mess up the look of these pants! "Wow! It smells great in here!" I ran a little too fast into the bedroom to look like I needed to get my "stuff", then came out, forcing myself to walk slow. "Lesbian our way!" I joked. "What?" he remarked. "Oh! Let's be on our way -- I get it! Hahaha!" When we got out to his car, he opened the door for me. "YOU smell great too!" He said as he touched me slightly as I got into the car. I smiled up at him as he shut the door. He ran to the other side and hopped in the driver's side. He looked over at me. "Well, here we go! First -- uh - !" He turned red. "First get together!" He said with a nervous laugh. I was glad to know he was nervous too. He took me to the nicest restaurant I had ever been to. Rennie and I usually ate at home -- and when we did go out, we hit a hamburger place. It was dark with soft music going. We were ushered immediately to a table far to the back -- completely secluded. DeVon waited until I had sat before he did. Everything was in french! HEY! My language was latin! He ordered escargot for starters. That was the only thing I recognized. I was readying myself to choke them down. They were actually pretty good. He ordered for me. I don't even know what it was, but it had little pieces of beef, cooked in some kind of wine, over rice. When we left the restaurant, I started to get worried when he pulled into the neighborhood. Then he pulled right in front of Morty's house! Renny's cousin! "God, please don't let Ren be here!" I prayed, silently. I had planned to let myself out, but I was so stunned by being here, I just sat there, and next thing I knew he was opening my door. He reached for me. I took his hand. There was some static electricity in the air, and a spark jumped from me to him. "Wow! You're HOT tonight!" he joked. We walked up to the door. He knocked. The door was opened by Morty. I had not seen him since that night I met Rennie. "DeVon! Great to see you. And this is - - ?" "Morty, I'd like you to meet Leonard Harston." How did he know my last name. Morty looked for a long moment then said, "Do I know you?" "I don't think so." I replied. Well?? I wasn't lying! I had met him only once! It would be a stretch to say that I KNEW him! I stepped in and quickly did a once over of the room. No Rennie. No Bobby. I relaxed a little. But I didn't know who was in the kitchen. "Can I offer you something to drink?" "Maybe a drink of water." He reached into an iced barrel full of drinks, and grabbed bottled water. "Oh! Could I have some that is not iced?" I asked, hoping. "All I can offer you is tap water." "Perfect!" I said, following him to the kitchen. No Bobby. No Rennie. I looked outside and quickly swept the beach down to the rocks to the north. Empty. I took the proffered glass of tap water, thanked the host, and seeing DeVon chatting amiably with someone on the other side of the room, I slipped out the french doors to the patio. I eyed the steps leading to the beach. I looked north to where the rocks were. My stomach quivered. I stepped on the first step going toward the beach as if it might collapse under me. I took another then another step, until, 25 steps later, I was at the bottom. It was totally dark, but the moon shone on the waves, and on the rocks. I took off my shoes and socks and walked through the cold sand toward the rocks. I got to the rocks and went around the bend where the house was not visible. I sat there lost in thought, watching the white foam of the waves in the moonlight. A deep feeling of regret overcame me. I wished I hadn't come here. Just as I was about to get up, I froze. Someone else was here. "Your hair looks great!" I knew that voice. I even half expected it. I wondered if it was my imagination. I peered into the darkness and saw his form. His small form. I froze again. Time lost all its meaning. Then I heard an almost inaudible sob come from his direction. I couldn't help my self. I almost ran to him. I grabbed him and swung him around. Our lips met and it felt so right. I kissed him deeply, and he returned my kiss, pulling himself up to my level, standing on my feet and he put his head on my chest and started to heave out sobs and sighs. I sat down on top of a rock, and pulled him onto my lap. We hadn't said a word yet, except what he said to me about my hair. "Len --Len -- Lennie! P-p p please don't leave me! Ag-ag-again! PLEASE Come Back!" I was aching for him. I was aching for me. I was so confused. "I -- don't -- know -- what to -- do." I finally said. "I have never felt such pain or agony as I did the last few weeks!" "Me tooooo! That just means we both love each other so much! Please come back. I'll do anything!" "Where's Bob?" I asked. "Gone. I don't really know. I think he may have gone to his brother's in Vermont for awhile. I haven't heard from him since -- since -- he went to your place. I don't know how to contact him." "If he's with his brother, Jake Smith will know how to get him." "Lenny -- I don't want him -- I only want you! I don't want him living there with us any more." "I have to tell you, Rennie. If you are worried about him being there, then you aren't very committed to us. He tried to kiss me -- I mean he did kiss me -- and tried more. But I didn't let him! Rennie -- I couldn't! I loved -- LOVE -- you! He tried it again the night he came over. I didn't let him kiss me that time. But, Rennie, can I ask you -- could you turn him down -- just because you love me?" Standing this close, his eyes looked black in the dim light. He peered deeply into mine for a moment. He started to say something then stopped. Then he looked at the blackness at our feet and said, "I don't know." My heart sank. I all at once noticed how cold it was out here in the dark. "Let me know -- when you can." I said. I got up and he slid off my lap and stood in front of me. "I want to." He said quietly. "Let me know -- when you can." I repeated. I walked slowly away. He didn't follow. I got to the steps up to the patio. There were some guys out on the patio. I walked under it, behind the stairs and cried as softly as I could. How much wrenching can one heart take! I stayed there - freezing, but not able to face anyone -- for almost a half-hour before I felt I could go back up. "I was getting a little concerned." DeVon said. "I thought you had found that other guy we were talking about." I laughed. "Nope!" I said. "I just needed to take a walk." Ren never did show up at the party. I wanted to ask Morty about that, but I couldn't ask while DeVon was there. Finally I got him alone in the kitchen. "Do you know where Rennie went?" "Rennie? Oh! I DO know you. You are - " "Yeah! I saw him at the beach earlier, but he never appeared." "He called me on his cell phone. Said he was going home. Did you have a fight?" "Not exactly. We're not together." "Really? The last time I talked to him, he was -- oh, sorry." "I think we're just too young," I said, "for the kind of commitment he wanted." "You are very young. Well, you're welcome here any time, dude!" "Thanks. I better get back to my date." "Oh. Is DeVon your date? He told me you were just -- well, never mind. Here! Help me remove my foot from my mouth a second time!" I laughed and rejoined DeVon. "Hey!" He said to me. "You wanna see my place?" "Where is it?" "There." He pointed next door. "Oh! You own the place where the rocks are!" "Well -- I live there! Those rocks are very romantic at night. Do you wanna see them?" A big surge overwhelmed my chest for a moment. "No. I was there earlier tonight." "Oh! I thought you said you didn't meet anyone!" He laughed. I laughed. "C'mon, I'll show you my place." As soon as we were in the door, he closed it with his butt and stood leaning on the closed door. I put my hand behind his neck, pulling myself to him in a deep kiss. He hadn't yet turned on any light, so he couldn't see that my eyes were welled up with tears. I willed them not to fall, trying not to blink so they wouldn't squeeze out. They drained. He pulled my body up close and I could feel his growing hardness, and well aware of my own. I grabbed his butt and gave it a squeeze with both hands. He stuck his tongue nearly down my throat, I pushed it back with my own and did a once around the inside of his mouth. "God! You smell wonderful!" he said. He turned on a light from a switch by the door. I turned it back off, seeing a large couch nearby. I pulled him to the couch and sat down. He followed my lead and we were all over the couch. Somehow our shirts were off. In this darkness, he looked completely black. His hair was soft and curly, and smelled kind of spicy. He started kissing my neck, and then at the same time, nibbled my earlobe and his hand was on my nipple, softly fingering it. It almost immediately got harder than my dick felt. He dropped down and started to suck on the nipple he had teased, and his hand then went lower. He easily popped open my belt and fly, and my boner came springing out, hidden only underneath the white boxers Rennie had bought me. He rubbed me through me boxers. I felt a surge of precum squirt out, wetting my underwear. I moaned, and felt his huge bulge, still inside his pants. I let it free. He had no underwear on and it came out like freedom was it's right! I grabbed it and slowly stroked it a few times. He moaned and then got up, leading me to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he opened up the drawer and set 2 condoms and some lube on the bedside table, as well as a cloth of some kind. Then we kicked off the rest of our clothes and he pulled me down on tope of him on the bed. He began kissing me again and as I passionately kissed him back, he started to rub my back. He rubbed it up and down and when he came to my butt, he squeezed and kneaded it, pulling the cheeks apart. He eased his finger into my hole so effortlessly. I didn't see him lube his finger, but I guess he did. He started to piston me with his finger. It was bigger than -- Ren's- and it felt great! He worked in two fingers, carefully kissing me and watching my expression in the dim light from the window. He spread his fingers wider and wider. It felt so good -- I wanted him so bad! "Give it to me -- now!" I begged. He kissed me even deeper and thrust his fingers in further. He flipped my prostate with his finger and I took a sharp breath, then moaned. He kept kissing me as he deftly put the condom on his throbbing huge black manhood. Even in the dim light, I could see that unlike his light brown skin, this was as black as anything! He rolled us both over and again massaged the opening with his fingers, watching my expression. "You ready?" "Oh hell yes!" I said breathlessly. I jackknifed my legs up and he gently put his tool against my hole. I instinctively squeezed it closed, then relaxed and he pushed in. "Wait -- wait -- easy, big guy. Yeah!" I said. "Uh huh! A little deeper. More. More. Yeeaaaaah. Ohhhhh!" "Does it hurt?" He said, concerned. "Not very much. Go back out and do it again." This time it was easier, but it still hurt. He pulled all the way out and took a large amount of lube and pushed it into me. Then he gently re-entered me and it was much easier. I told him to go a little faster. I grabbed him and pulled him down to kiss me while he thrust faster and faster. HE started to shake and his thrusts got kind of stuttered as he neared his orgasm. Then he started to gasp and jamb it in so fast, over and over, moaning loudly. It seemed like it was forever before he stopped cumming. He flopped over on his back, panting like he couldn't possibly get enough air. I hadn't cum -- or even gotten close. But I didn't care. I could take care of that later. I was full for the time being! I was completely satisfied, having given him such a good ride. He apologized, but I stopped him. "It's okay. I got what I needed." "You sure, babe?" I almost laughed when he called me that. I WAS a baby to him. I'm 19, he's over 30. He's so hunky and I'm skinny -- like a little kid. I haven't worked out since we moved from the Goodwin's big home. "Did you want to spend the night?" He asked me. I know he didn't want to take me home then, but I felt for some reason that I needed to get back to my place. He was nice about it. I got out of his car at the curb this time, and watched him drive away. It wasn't particularly late. We had left the party early. It was about 12:30. The night air was cool and clear. The stars shone brightly, and the moon, which had been over the ocean earlier, was swimming on the horizon. I started to walk into the driveway, but then decided to walk down the avenue for awhile. It was very quiet, a car passing every now and then. I heard a car rumbling from behind me. It stopped right beside me. A little scared, I tried to ignore it. "L -- Lenny?" I looked and Ren, leaning over to the passenger side, clearly had been crying -- a lot. I stifled a sigh of my own. "P -- please -- g - get in." He haltingly pleaded. I was too tired to resist. Tired of being hurt. Tired of being yanked. Tired of being! I got in. I closed the door and stared straight ahead. He sopped the engine. "Lenny, I -- I -- hate this!" "Me too." I droned. "I miss you so much!" "Me too." "I don't want to live without you, Len!" "I know." "That's all?" He sounded incredulous. "You know?" "(sigh!) Ren, I hurt so much. I'm tired of hurting. Every day it's like I am not living. I want you! But - - I want ALL of you." "I'm ready." "Ready?" "I'm ready to commit -- to you." "Are you really?" I asked. I knew he would not lie to me. "Yes! I -- think." "Because if you're not -- I don't think I could stand to be hurt again." "I -- er -- what -- do you think we should do?" he asked. "I dunno. You say you're ready -- you think. I need more than that. Maybe we should date -- for awhile -- and take it slower. Can you do that?" "Do I have a choice?" "Yes. You can say no, you don't want to do it that way -- and walk away." "So - - I don't have a choice. Are you -- er -- seeing someone - - else?" I thought for a long time before I answered. "I - - have a new friend. He's the one that brought me to Morty's party. But I can't really say I'm `seeing' him. And if you want to date, I won't see him again. Can you say the same?" "I'm not -- seeing anyone." He sounded defensive. "When will Bob be back?" I asked flatly. "I don't know. We can find out -- like you said -- through Uncle Jake." I felt jealous of him calling Uncle Jake that. "I thought Bobby was `seeing' your cousin." "Only a couple times." "Ren, I know you've been through a lot. Losing your whole family -- I just can't imagine. But I've had my own troubles. And I can't let myself be hurt like that again. Can you understand?" "Yes." "Back when we were both living with our parents -- it was exciting -- even fun -- and dangerous for us. Sneaking around behind their backs just to get a kiss once in awhile. But this - - this is -- real life. And what I felt -- no -- what I FEEL -- is real pain. I love you so much it hurts to talk to you like this. But I just don't know how much hurt my system can take. I was about ready to end it about a week ago. I wouldn't have -- but that's how bad I felt. I don't feel much better now. I am not sure you will stay with me. Or if you do - if you will be -- true -- to me. Maybe that is okay with you. It's not, with me." "Tomorrow night?" "Huh?" I asked. "Can I see you tomorrow night?" "Are you asking me on a date?" "Yes." Again, I waited an eon before answering. "Let's make it next weekend, k?" "You have to see -- this -- other guy -- tomorrow?" "I have no plans, but -- I'm hoping to. I don't want to tell him on the phone that I can't see him any more." "Did you have sex -- with him?" "What??" I was nonplussed! "You know what? That's none of your business!" "Sorry. The last time I got off was - - two nights ago -- alone -- in my hand -- in my bed." Well?? I didn't get off with DeVon! "Next week then?" Friday night?" "Ren. I want you to go home and think about this. Sleep on it. Dream about it. Decide if you want to commit your life -- all of it -- to me. Then if you can tell me you're ready to commit to me -- call me." I hopped out of the car, and said, "I'll be waiting for your call." I walked back to the Smith's. The next morning DeVon called and woke me up at 10:30. "Morning! Did you take care of it?" "What?" "You said last night you could take care of yourself -- after you took care of me!" "Oh. No. Too tired." "O-KAAAAy. Well, do you want to see a movie tonight?" "Uh -- no, not tonight. Can you come over this morning?" "Sure! Should we go out for breakfast?" "Naw -- let's just walk on the beach, k?" "Okay. I'll be right there!"     "You're pretty quiet. Did I do -- or say -- something wrong?" DeVon said, as we walked barefoot through the cold sand. "Not -- no! Last night was -- well -- I needed that! And I'm not sorry we did it. DeVon, my ex wants to get back together." "Oh." "Hey -- it's nothin' personal. I just -- I mean -- I gotta -- well, `cuz I love him, you know?" "Yeah." He wasn't excited. "Well, hey!" He presented is fist. I met it. ""Just friends, eh?" "Yeah." "I'll call you in a bit. I'd love to hear about SOMEONE who's happy!" "Sorry, dude." "It's okay, really." Then he added, "Oh! I still owe you one!" "I'll take a rain check!" We parted on good terms.   I waited all the next week for Rennie to call. He didn't call. Another two weeks. I was heartsick. I wondered if I had been too hard on him. Maybe he was scared to even call. A month later, I called him. "Hellooooo?" "Ren?" "Lenny! Doooooood!" He started. "Wasuuuuuup!" "I thought you were gonna call." I said. "Oh! I was but -- hey don't do that -- hee hee -- stop! It's my ex! Anyway, yeah I was, but -- and I mean, yeah, whatever. Uh -- when -- DON'T! Hee hee haa haa! Oh! When do you wanna get together sweetie?" CLICK! Someone had cut us off. Was it Rennie? Was it whoever he had over there with him? How many times am I going to let him hurt me? I picked the phone back up and called DeVon. "Hello?" "DeVon?" I said, then let an involuntary gasping sob escape. "Lenny? Is this you? Are you okay.?" "Not really. " "What do you need?" I felt like such a fool! What could he do for me? "Uh -- nothin'. Maybe just someone to talk to." "It's cool, man. What's up?" My ex - - " "Gotcha again, huh?" I explained to him our conversation. "Are you sure he's okay?" "Well, yeah! I mean -- why wouldn't he be?" "Well, from your explanation, - I wonder if he's safe." "Yeah -- I -- he was having fun -- TOO much fun -- I think." "Do you want me to come over and run you over there -- just to be sure?" "Naw -- that'd be too much - " "Bullshit! I have a vested interest!" "What?" I said, bewildered. "I still owe you!" Before I could answer, he said, "I'll be there in five minutes!" And he hung up the phone   "Is THAS his place? I wanted to buy this! But somebody -- apparently your ex -- got it before I could make an offer." We walked up the path to the Ren's front door. Loud music was coming from inside. I knocked hard. Someone answered that I'd never seen. "Dood! Your Rennie's ex, aren't you? I've seen your pictures! C'mon in. There's lines all ready on the kitchen counter. Wo, dood! He didn't say you were coming!" "Where's Ren?" I hollered above the music. "In there!" he pointed at the bedroom. "No -- don't go -- I mean - " I opened the door. Ren was with two other naked guys on the bed. I don't have to describe what they were doing. Rennie looked at me and blanched. I closed the door. I walked back to DeVon, and hollered, "I've seen all I can take. Let's go!" We got all the way into the car, when I heard the door slam. I looked back, and Rennie came running out toward the car -- completely naked! "Just drive away." I said, sadly. I looked back and saw that cute butt I used to worship, walking back toward the house. I started to weep uncontrollably. I was so embarrassed to do that in front of DeVon. The car stopped. I started to get out. But this wasn't my place. It was DeVon's. "What -- why are we here?" I asked. "You're not going home alone tonight. You're gonna sleep here in my bed. I didn't feel anything like that tonight. But I didn't want to argue either -- and I sure as HELL didn't wanna stay home alone. He was right about that. We took off our clothes. I took all mine off, thinking he was planning on -- something. As I stood there, nude, he walked to the door in his boxers. He flipped off the light. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be on the couch1" I didn't want to kick him out of his own bedroom, but as I said before, I didn't want to argue either. I lay back and stared at the ceiling. I couldn't get the image of Ren and those two guys from my head. I was in a confused state! I was pissed beyond anything I ever experienced. And I was sad. Tears streamed out of my eyes, but I didn't cry otherwise. I noticed something darken the doorway. I looked over and Rennie was standing there. I turned the other way. I closed my eyes as tight as I could. I felt hands on my back. "Just get the fuck outa my life. What are you trying to do to me?" "What? Hey, Lenny! Your mumbling! Wake up!" I woke up and I was on my back, looking into DeVons eyes. "You okay?" "Bad dream. Stay here with me -- okay?" He went back to the couch to get his pillow and joined me in his bed. He just lay on his side, facing me. "I'll be here if you need me, man." He closed his eyes. I closed my eyes. I then turned on my side -- away from him -- and then scooted myself into his body. He put his arm on mine and we both fell asleep for the rest of the night. Bacon. I love bacon. I feel like I am part bacon. It is everywhere through my body smells and feels like bacon. "Time for breakfast, sleepyhead." "OOOO, that smells good. I love bacon!" "Well, I hope you also like eggs, pancakes and fruit. C'mon out. Don't bother getting dressed." I jumped out of bed. "Oh! Well you probably do wanna at least put on your underwear." I quickly put my shorts and jeans on, then went out to the kitchen to eat. "Did you sleep well -- after the dream?" "Yeah. Thanks!" "For what?" "You know what for. For LETTING me sleep. I just - - just needed to be held last night, I think. Thanks." "My pleasure -- really! Do you know what a guy can do to you while you're asleep?" "Nothing!" "You're right -- dammit!" He said as he flopped a stack of steaming hot pancakes on my plate. He pointed to a plate of scrambled eggs and another of bacon. "Bon appetite!" "Thanks for bringing me home last night. I'm not sure what I would have done there by myself, but I appreciated you being there -- for me." "No problemo! So, are you ready for that movie I asked you about awhile back?" "When and where?" I asked. "Tonight -- at Morty's." "I'll pass." "Oh!" he said with a nervous laugh. "I told Morty about what happened that last time you were there. He said that his cousin doesn't come over any more. Something about he is sewing some wild oats. Well I guess we know what that's about." "Still, I'd rather not. Can we just get a movie and watch it here?" "You wanna stay in?" He said brightening. "Yeah. I need to just veg -- with someone else, that is. Too much to think about lately." "I KNOW! I miss my guy a lot too, but - - " "But?" I said. "I -- er -- I've been thinking about you a lot lately -- us." "I'm sorry to point this out -- but -- aren't I awfully, um, immature -- for you?" "Oh! Thank you! You think I'm too old?" "NO! You seem the perfect age. But I'd think you would want someone a little more settled down. Boy that's the furthest thing from me." "Nope! Right now I just want someone to keep my mind off Justin." "I don't think you ever mentioned his name before." "Probably not. It hurts to even think about him." "I know that one! Well, I'm kinda stuck here until you take me home." "Do you hafta go home?" "No, but I didn't wanna invite myself for the day!" "Well, you're invited. Let's take a walk down to the rocks." "I -- I - " I stammered. "What is it?" That's the first place I ever kissed Rennie." I said glumly. "And the last!" "Really?? Same with Justin and me! I haven't been down there since he left. I thought maybe if I make a memory or two with -- someone else -- down there - - ? Was it in that little secluded spot that you kissed?" "I -- think so. It was dark both times, for us, so we didn't need much seclusion. It was just on the far side -- so you can't see it from Morty's." "Oh! No, that's not the spot. C'mon! I'll show you!" I thought about it for no more than a half-second. He's right! Just make a new memory there! On the way down, DeVon said, "What broke you two up -- I mean besides the obvious that I saw at his place?" "I'm not sure. We were -- ARE -- both so young, for one. I think we had opposite reactions to our tragedies." "Yeah, Morty told me his whole family was wiped out. That must have been very hard to deal with." "I am hoping I guess, that he's still dealing with it." I admitted. (I also thought, "Am I still wishing he'll straighten up?") "What was your tragedy? -- if it's not too painful to discuss?" He asked. "Oh, my parents -- my dad mostly -- kicked me out for being gay." "Oh. That! A lot of that going around. That doesn't make it any easier when it's you, though. What did you mean, `opposite reactions' to your tragedies?" "Well, It kind of made me grow up -- all of a sudden. One week I was having fun, being sneaky, kissing him when no one was looking. The next week, I was on my own -- nowhere to go. Even though I went to live with Ren, it sobered me a lot. I FEEL older. I think it made him regress. I think that's the problem. And - - - I could live with that - - -IF he could stay focussed on us -- me! But - - " "You really want him back -- don't you." It wasn't a question. From DeVons house we approached the rocks from a different side. We stopped talking as I followed him over an outcropping and then under another. Before I knew it, we were completely secluded, except from above. It was sunny and cool. There were rocks all around, and the floor was sand. "Pretty neat, huh?" He said. And he barely touched my hand. That sent a bolt of electricity through me, and I took his hand in mine. He pulled me to him. We kissed -- lightly at first, but then passion overtook us and our tongues were dancing, and our hands were all over each other. I surprised myself as I was first to undo his pants. His huge member came flying out. I stroked it some while he undid me. As he started to stroke me, I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He massaged my head for awhile as I caressed his giant with my tongue and mouth. I was sucking in earnest, when he stopped me. He pulled out of my mouth, and tugged me back up. I started to say something, but he put his finger to his lips. "I owe YOU!" is all he said, and he grabbed my cold naked butt and pulled me in for a full body embrace. Our dicks were doing a tango with each other. We kissed deeply again and then he dropped to HIS knees. He first bathed my balls and sucked on each one. He tickled the space between them and my anus while he did , and this nearly put me over the top. He kept this up while he licked up and down my dick with his slick tongue. When he took me into his mouth, he went all the way down to my pubes immediately. I sharply took a heaving breath, and then he started to pump on me like a well-oiled piston. In short time I was squirming like a ticklish little girl. Then I felt the first spasm, as my hot juice erupted into his mouth. He was taking shorter strokes now, and I shot several large loads into his mouth. He didn't lose a drop. When it was over, he made to spit it out and I grabbed his head, putting my hand down so he could spit in it. He did and then looked at me questioningly. I then took that and put it in and around my hole. I then got into my pants pocket and retrieved my wallet, where I has stuck a condom years before -- thinking I'd probably never use it. I unwrapped it. It was pretty small for his monster, but I got it on. "Are you sure you want to do this - now?" He asked. " I don't have to - " "I WANT you!" was all I said. I turned around bent slightly, and braced myself on the rocks in front of me. He gently wrapped one hand around my chest and guided himself to my hole with the other. It was plenty slippery and he slipped away twice. I stood on my toes and spread my legs a little more, and he pushed past my sphincter. "You okay?" He asked, softly. "I'm fine." I said. "Go for it." Somehow this angle made it a lot easier -- for me. It didn't hurt at all. And at this angle, he pummeled my prostate with every thrust. I gave him lots of positive encouragement: "Pound it home. Oh yaeeeeehhh! OOH! Yesssss! Hammer me! Faster! FASTER! Before I knew it, I shot my second load all over the rock in front of me. I was crying out in ecstasy! The he erupted and joined my cries. On the unlikely chance anyone was out walking the beach on this cold day, they must have gotten an earful! He slipped out of me, and shed the condom. He turned me around and we kissed deeply one more time before pulling our pants up on our wet parts. He said, "GOD I love - - -d that. But now I still owe you one." "Nope!" I shot back. We're more than even!" Notes: Sex can be a great analgesic to our souls -- our hearts -- sometimes. But it is usually temporary. Will it be for these two? Comments welcome. Please write "Lenny" in the subject line. Address it to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.