Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2005 19:35:17 -0700
From: B Keeper <silvershimmer@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Golden Children of the Sun

	     "The Golden Children of the Sun"

			    by

		     Timothy Stillman


The sea was blue. The breakers crashed. The wind blew
proof it would be another hot day. The gulls screamed.
Night was ending. The not as dark morning was late
Autumn. Raven sat on the shore and his hair was long and
dark. He was naked. This, early. Before anyone else was
there. But the sea gulls cawing in the distance.

He loved the sea. He loved being far away. He loved
missing Sunny. They were two years older than they had
been when they had had fun in their sleeping bags in the
back yard of Raven's mom's, while the family was on
vacation, save for Raven. Who had the saddest/happiest
time of his life. He loved Sunny.

Sunny did not love him. Sunny was experimenting, in being
ready for girls. Raven sat on the beach and sifted sand
through his fingers. He dropped grains of it on his upraised
cock, a whole inch and a half longer than it had been two
years ago, with more pubic hair. His smile was infectious.
He smiled inside, for someone who would never be inside
him, or he inside Sunny. For the forest of dreams, he was
glad his father was transferred to France. And here was
everything. The knowingness. The lack of decipherable
language. The absence of Sunny. Which made Sunny
brighter and more golden than he had ever been before.

He played with his cock. He rubbed the foreskin up and
down. He shook it and moved it without touching it. He
held his nut sac. He believed he could see Sunny across the
sea. He wished his penis was a long golden bridge to a long
golden boy, for Sunny to walk over and to his true love.
Gold was in the sky now. Morning was washing up again,
as the sea was washing up and back beside Raven.

How they had had fun that summer two years before.
Jacking. Sucking. Sunny had finally let Raven suck his cock,
and it had tingled every one of Raven's cells and had made
him so hot he spurted immediately. And Sunny had backed
away a bit from Raven on his knees, and had laughed. But
Raven was determined. And continued with his blow job
until Sunny exploded, and the sun was in shame.

They had cuddled. They had pretended fucking. They had
loved being naked together. Raven, because of Sunny.
Sunny, because of Sunny.

Sunny promised, half heartedly to write. Raven had
magnified that half meant promise, drawn into no one's
direction, as gospel. He checked his email three four or five
times a day and night. Nothing. From anyone. He knew
Sunny had forgotten him. And when these days Raven
came, he came with weeping, and his sperm was a weeping
as well.

There were boys here at Raven's school who liked him a
lot. He smiled friendly. He was still a novelty. He had fine
facial bone structure. His eyes danced. His hands always
wiggled when he talked. He was infectious. To anyone, it
seemed, other than the one who counted. What is eternity?
Who would keep Raven company? Someone tell me please,
he thought, as he ground his globe hips into the sand and
came all over himself, closed eyed, thinking, Sunny, oh
please Sunny.

And did not hear the miracle that was coming up behind
him.


He thought of pale and morning and croissants and narrow
streets and sidewalk artists and sidewalk cafes and being
able to drink wine right at the table with his very own
parents who did not mind. He thought I will give you
France, all of it, Paris, and here, Cannes, and I will box it up
and I will sell it for a penny, if you just give me back the
glove of Sunny's hand which had learned to masturbate his
friend. All in good fun. All in forlorn love. And they were
there. Silent, even their eyes did not move.

They did not breathe almost. They were encroaching on
Raven's dreams. His past. He could not leave his friend
behind. For Raven's love was back there too, and that he
could not leave, for it would be very lonely without him and
might die out like  a tiny flame in the wind that would cause
the entire world to explode.

They were naked. The interlopers. They were Raven's
friends. They were from his grade and a grade below and a
few from a grade above. They were boys and girls. They
had felt Raven's sadness for along time in this short time
Raven had been there. One had seen him crying alone in the
school lav once and had told the others and it made them
very sad too. He seemed to have the world on his most
un-Atlas shoulders.

Some of the boys had pubic hair, some had little or none.
Some of the girls had almost formed breasts, some had
puffy ones, and some had none at all save tits. Pubic hair
differed from girl to girl. And the lack of same. The boys
had hard ons. They were a little embarrassed to be here,
naked, though nudity on public beaches was acceptable.
Some had spied on Raven's early morning beach festivities
and had told other who told others on stairwells and at
lunch and in the gyms and on the phones and on the comps,
and a plan began. A plan that was wondrous and generous
and kind beyond all regard.

Not that they minded. Not that Raven was not beautiful.
They loved his being American. They loved his shyness with
their culture, his slip ups, his gawkiness which somehow for
him was done with such unaware ease and grace.

Avon, a boy of Raven's age, who was closest to Raven,
who had friends but always there was Sunny and the lack of
him and therefore the realness of him the immediacy of him
in between them. And Avon, being closest, reached down
and put his hard on right at Raven's spine, Raven lost in sex
memories that were illusions as the same time they were
real, and finally now the tables were to be turned for him.

And he started, as if jolted with electricity, as he jerked
around and saw the naked children. He turned away
immediately, and huddled over his crotch and tried to hide
his nakedness, blushing in his Mediterranean features, and
holding his head low as possible. Thinking, I will get my
trunks right over there, mere inches way, mere eternities
away, they might as well be and I will put them on and run
and run and fall and fall and I will run into the sea and no
one will ever see me again.

And his heart tumbled and his mind roiled. And Eteinne
came to his side and delicately as though raising a wilting
flower put Raven's face to his own calf and held it there and
brushed the long dark raven hair and looked down at him
with such kindness it would have broken the heart of God, if
God existed. Raven finally looked up at the sex above him
and then at the owner of that sex, who smiled down at him
lovingly, and said so sweetly "Raven", and then gradually at
the other children. There was enough sun now for the
children to be growing shadows.

They were not making fun of him. They smiled in summer.
They smiled in a species of almost another set of beings,
gentle beings, to whom rain meant something, and to whom
snow had poetry in it. And though still blushing, Raven
straightened up.

"We do not want you sad," Simone said as she knelt down
on the other side of the no longer trembling embarrassed
boy and she let him suckle her puffy breast while David
took Raven's penis which was hardening again and put it in
his most warm most moist mouth with a dancing tongue
that sent gales of passion and rush and fun and carnivals and
happiness through Raven.

And the sun was a little higher and the children gathered
round Raven, and the sky would be blue today, and vacation
would be over soon, but they would never part as they
reached out for Raven and Raven reached out for them.

And thought, did Raven, what about this, Sunny Norquist?
What you think about this, jerk ass?  Chloe was preparing
Raven to lie on top of her, and the other children were
lining up Raven's penis top penetrate her. As a tear, one
single insignificant tear trailed out of the corner of his left
eye. Chloe thought it a tear of happiness.

Raven let her think so. It was such a miraculous gift of
bodies and love and cheer they had brought him, and he
thought as he entered her and she sighed and he sighed and
then she asked him to wait, take it easy for a minute, as
Raven's chest rose and fell and his heart beat hard and his
penis throbbed to be in a girl, eager then still to be in a boy
soon, and he knew without doubt that would happen.

Did I fuck a girl before you did, Sunny Norquist, you
horndog you? And then she said push in delicately, as hands
reached for Raven's butt and opened the globes. And his
final thought before the fucking began was, Sunny. I would
trade you all for Sunny, for five minutes of just being in his
presence. I can't help it. I have no choice.

And as cum began to bubble and Raven kissed her breasts,
he thought, before his mind exploded and the children of
France enveloped him, please, oh please, do forgive me.

As the sand began to be hot. And the sea was enamel blue.
And someday a golden boy bridge across it. Perhaps.
Someday. As the naked children bodies, flowers from the
sun,  fell giggling all around him. Pray they will be enough.

                                                    the end
Timothy Stillman
B Keeper
silvershimmer@earthlink.net