Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2007 20:57:16 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ben's fantasy, Ch 36

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,
beliefs, and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it might
not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times
between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you
are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind
if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - -
ENJOY!

 Cast of characters:

 Ben Hastings -- That's me!

Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad

Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.

Reyna -- My Best Friend

Ranj Kumar-- Another friend

Jared -- A football whore.

Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate.

Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother

Mick and Mack Majors - The twins

Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors

Etienne Croissant -- Salesman

Alan Randall -- Dad's friend

Al Randall -- Alan's son.

From Chapter 35:


"Dear Steve T."  I started my letter to the online advice fag,  "I am
almost 21 and am wondering what you think about playing with different
guys -- not going all the way -- but just sex play -- as long as they
know it's not serious.  I would like a committed relationship someday,
but I don't want to put myself into cold storage while I wait for him to
appear.

Also, is 21 too young for a forever relationship?

Signed, Yours Truly"

My finger quivered over the send key.  Almost of its own volition, the
finger tapped the key, and my letter was sent into the universe!  I
wanted to get it back, but it was gone.  I never received an answer to my
question.  At least not from the advice fag.  But my answer came in the
form of -- what else -- a dream.

"Dear Truly, You obviously don't want to hear the real answer to your
question, because you already know it!"

Chapter 36

Aw, who pays any attention to dreams anyway?

Saturday was overcast when I woke up.  I didn't feel very good for some
reason.  As before, Al came early.

"But it doesn't look like a good day for the beach."  I said.

"It'll burn off.  What's wrong, Ben?  You don't look too good?"
Said Al.

"I'll be okay."  I think I knew what it is, and - - it isn't
physical.  "Um -- well -- if you think it'll burn off - "

"Even if it doesn't -- sometimes that makes better waves -- and it's
cooler when we get out.  Can't complain about that."

"You boys be careful.  You can burn worse when there's no sun.  Wear
sunscreen."

"You can?"  Said Everett.  Al asked him to go too, and he agreed to try
out a board even.  But he had to be back his work shift that started at
3:00.  That was okay, because we were all going to Al's house for a
barbecue.  All except Everett, of course because he had to work.

"Yes dear."  Mom explained.  "When the sun is behind a cloud, the
burning rays can still come through, and you can be burned not knowing it
because you don't feel so hot."

Everett was kind of depressed since Dad had his talk with him, and since
I had mine with Etienne.  He came and slept with me at night, but we
didn't do anything except spoon.  He really was becoming "just my
little brother".  He probably felt left out too, being the only one who
couldn't go to the barbecue.  So he was happy to go surfing with us.

We started out slowly -- Al teaching Ev pretty much like he had done with
me -- how to catch a wave, how to pull out of one, and what to do in case
of a wipe out.  By noon he was getting pretty good.  I sat out a good
portion of the day because they would not rent more than two boards to
Al, especially since Everett was a novice.

But I did get a few nice long rides and a couple very nice 7th waves.  It
was about 12:30, when there was a "perfect wave."  I was on the beach
watching Al and Everett.  I could see the big wave coming from way out,
thinking it was just my imagination.

But as it grew closer, it got bigger, and I saw Al saying something to
Everett, and Ev shook his head.  When the big wave came -- and it wasn't
even a 7th wave -- both guys started to paddle for all they were worth.
The were both standing up about 10 yards apart, when another surfer, who
I watched go from the crest nearly to the bottom and back several times,
made his way over to Everett.

It was as if in slow motion when they collided.  The other dude's board
went flying in the air and the back of it hit Ev in the head.  Ev went
down!  I looked to see if he came back up behind the wave, but the wave
was too big to see behind it.  I also saw Al pull out of the wave, then
disappear behind it.  My heart stopped for a moment.

Then I saw them.  Al was dragging Ev onto one of the boards, with the
help of the other surfer.  As soon as Ev was lying on a board, Al pulled
him ashore.  It was shallow enough to do.  As soon as he saw me, Al
motioned to me to come.  They had come in about 50 yards south of where I
was standing.  I ran to them.

As I got closer, I could see the left side of Ev's face.  It was covered
with blood.  Several other people ran to him and got there before I did.
They lifted him off the board and on to a towel that someone had there.
He was limp, as far as I could see.  A life guard was there immediately,
giving him CPR.  In a few moments, Ev threw up his lunch, and then took a
huge gasping breath.

Then he started crying like a baby, writhing around and holding his
head.  The lifeguard explained to me later than he had a delayed reaction
to the accident.  When it happened the lifeguard held him down in a
wrestling hold and put his face next to Ev's and sort of slapped the
right side of his face -- hard.

"Calm down buddy,  you're gonna be okay."  Said the lifeguard,
soothingly.  Ev looked up into his face and threw his arms up.  The
lifeguard started to take defensive action but Ev's arms cam around him
and he clung to the lifeguard, his bleeding face all over the
lifeguard's chest and neck.  "It's okay, Buddy.  What's your name?"

Ev looked at his blankly.  "Can you tell me your name?"  Repeated the
lifeguard.

"Everett Majors."  Said Ev.

"Ah!  From the south, huh?" Said the lifeguard, clearly relieved that
Ev answered him.  "How old are you?"  Ev looked up into his eyes and
tried to smile.  Then he grimaced.  "It's okay, don't worry about that
right now.  Is there someone else here with you?"

Ev pointed at me and then said, "I'm eighteen -- um -- seventeen!
I'll be eighteen in a month."

"Really?  I'll be 19 in a month!"  Said the lifeguard.  "August 30th
is the big day for me!"  He said.

"Really?"  Said Ev.  "Ow!  It hurts to smile!"  he said, but smiled
regardless.  "Mine is August 31."


"Okay, now that we know you are gonna live, let me look at that gash in
your forehead.  It missed your eye by a half inch!"

"I -- I can't see very well from that eye."  Said Ev, suddenly looking
scared again.

"There." Said the lifeguard, wiping his eye.  "That better?"

"Much better.  What's your name?"

"James, but -- everyone calls me Red for some reason."  His hair was
bright red, and his face was covered in freckles.  He was very cute and
looked like the all American boy!

"Nice to meet yah, Red!"  and Ev smiled widely, followed by, "Ow!"

"Yeah, that's gonna hurt for a day or two."  Said.  "Hey, Al!"  Said
Red.  "Were you the one who brought him in?"

"Yeah."  Said Al.

"Well, you probably saved his life."

"So did you, Red!"  Said Al, grinning.  "When do you get off?"

"As soon as you let me into your pants! Don't give me that look!  You
know I've always wanted a piece of your ass!  Haha!  Actually my shift
just ended with your buddy here.  I was just taking off when I heard the
commotion.  Randy is up there now."  He said, pointing to the lifeguard
tower.  Randy waved.  Red gave him the okay sign.

"What're you doing for dinner, Red?  Dad's having a big barbecue up at
my place."

"I've never been to your place.  Where is it?  Didn't you tell me you
lived closer to Redondo?

"Actually closer to Santa Monica.  You can follow us if you want.
You're here in Huntington aren't you?"

"Yeah.  The Harbour.  Um -- I'm gonna have to take a rain check on
that.  Got a big date tonight.  Well, not that big, but he's a nice guy
-- and drives a nice car!"  Said Red, grinning.

"Oh!"  Said Al.  "I didn't know you were gay!"  Then a light bulb
went on in his face.  "Hey!  You're sure you can't dog this guy?
Everett here is gay too.  I'm sure he'd love to get a chance to thank
you!  And this is his big bro.  He's my bud!  He's gay too!"

"What?"  You're gay?"  Red exclaimed to Al.

"NOOOoo!  I am NOT gay!"  Al looked around to see who else may have
heard that.  The crowd had dispersed.  "I'm not gay, dude.  But I've
got no problem with it."

"You're lucky!"  said Red to me.  "I'd die for a guy pal that
wasn't always hitting on me!"

Somehow I didn't believe him.  The way he ogled Al when he thought he
was gay gave him away.

"Naw, dude.  I can't let this guy down.  He's a little older and
probably has enough issues as it is.  But I'd love to hang out another
time."

"Do you want to hang out with an immature kid from Texas sometime
too?"  Said Everett, grimacing again from his smile.

Red poked Everett in his chest and said, "You are a cutie pie!  Naw,
sorry dude, I'm not into pedophilia.  I like older guys."

"Lucky them!"  said Ev.

"Everyone has their preferences, Dude.  I go for guys about twice my
age.  You know -- the daddy type?"  Then he turned to Al.  "Of course I
might make an exception for you, sexy!"

"Stop, Red!  Ain't gonna happen in this lifetime."  Said Al.

"What about you -- uh - "  Red turned to me.

"Ben."  I said.

"Yeah, Ben.  What about you.  Do you like older guys?  You seem like the
type."

"I -- um -- don't much care about age.  Only if I get along with
him."  I said.  "I keep telling myself I'm not in a hurry."

"I heard a `but' in there somewhere."  Said Red.

"Yeah, I admit it.  I sometimes want it all -- now!"

"Yeah, me too -- like every day."  Said Red.

"What about this guy tonight?"  Said Al.

"Naw, he's not my type."

"Well, so, then, blow him off."

"Can`t do it.  He's too nice."

"Him and - - you!"  Al said sarcastically.

"I told you I'd give it all up for you!"  Said Red.

"You're just after my money, perv!"

"You got it!"

Al then put his hand around the back of Red's neck and pulled him close.
 He whispered something in his ear.  Red eyed me for a moment, and then
said, "Your friend is trying to set you up.  God!  What I'd give for a
friend like that!"  Said Red.  "I think he's a keeper, Ben!"

"Well!!??"  Said Al.  "You always SAY you want someone twice your age,
but I think you're just looking for someone who is more stable that most
of the bimbos that want your body!"

I want his body, I thought.  Am I a bimbo?

"I gotta admit," said Red, "That's definitely part of it."

"I'm tellin' yah, man!  Ben's your guy!"

"Hey!"  I exclaimed.  "I'm still standing here?  What am I -- a piece
of meat?"  I tried to say it laughingly, but I really felt it.

"Sorry, Al.  I just can't blow this guy off."  Said Red.  Was I only
imagining that he was eyeing me again -- with regret?  "Hey, are you
heading to Hawaii this summer?  I hear the south winds are blowing up
awesome surf on the south shores."  He said to Al.

"I heard that.  I really need to get a job sometime."

"Come on!  Your daddy will let you slide on this one.  It may be your
last summer off."

"Yeah, like I haven't been using that one for the past three years!"
Said Al.

"Well, think about it.  My dad said we can use our condo in Kihei.  The
surf is usually awesome there, but this year it should be phenomenal.  It
would have to be during the Labor Day holiday, though."

"My pop has one at Turtle Bay."

"Yeah, but Turtle Bay's on the north shore -- of Oahu -- and you know
it's a winter thing."

"Yeah.  I dunno.  Dad would like to see me do something productive."

"Well, then work it through your mom!  At least think about it."  Said
Red winking.  "And I'll save the bedroom with the twin bed in it for
us!"

"Hey, you're starting to scare me, Dude!"  Said Al.  "Fuck you!"

"Now you're catching on!"  Said Red, grinning.

They were having fun joking, while I was glad I had on loose surfer
shorts.  It felt like quarts of precum would spring out of me any
minute.  Good thing we just came out of the water.  Ev looked like he was
used to grinning.  No more grimace.  But his face was still a mess.

"Hey, I gotta go.  Can't keep my `daddy' waiting and - worrying.
I'm serious about Maui, Dude!  Consider it!"  He gave Everett padded
wipe or something.  "Not much I can do with a bandage, Everett.  Just
keep that pressed on your forehead.  You'll have some hefty swelling for
a couple days, but I think you'll be okay."  And with that, Red ran
toward the pier.

"Damn, I'd like to go with him!  I love big Hawaiian surf!"  Said Al
to anyone who was listening.

We still had time left, but considering Everett's wound, we decided to
bail.  We packed our stuff into Al's mom's big Escalade and went home.
Ev called his work on the way, and asked if he needed to come in so they
could see the damage.  His shift manager said no, he believed him.

Of course everyone was shocked when Everett walked in to the barbecue
with a goose egg on his forehead.  My mom rushed to him.  "Oh,
Sweetheart!  Are you okay?  What happened?"

Ev shrugged.  "Just had a little collision with a big surfer.  Nothing
to worry about."

"Well, it looks like you had a big collision1"  Mom cried.

"Yeah, Dude!"  Said Al.  "And the surfer was the small one.  Did
anyone else notice that he didn't even bother come over to see if Ev was
okay?"

"So, are you goin' to Maui with that Red guy?"  Said Everett

"Red guy?"  Said Al's dad.

Al looked disgusted at Everett, but contained himself now that it was
out.  "It's nada, poppy!"  Al told his dad.  "Just some gay guy who
wants me to go to Hawaii with him for a couple weeks."  Al looked at
both Ev and me nervously.

"Mm-hm!"  Said Alan.  Looking at my dad, he said, "Bubba, I think my
son is worried about he might succumb to the wiles of a gay surfer."

"Dad!"  Said Al.

"Is this guy any good?"  Asked Alan.  Everett sighed audibly.

"I think he meant at surfing, perv!"  Said Al to Everett.  "Yeah,
he's one of the best!  I've known him for years."

"Well, if he hasn't gotten in your pants after all these years, I doubt
you have to worry much, son!" Said Alan laughing.  "I think you should
go!"  Al got a surprised and confused look on his face.  "Al, you'll
have all your life to work.  I didn't take time to have enough fun when
I was your age.  I couldn't afford it, actually.  But -- well -- you
can!"

I saw my dad's head shaking back and forth, almost imperceptibly.  I
could only guess what he was thinking.  Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe he was
wishing he could indulge his son like that.

"Can I take Ben with me?"  Cried Al.  Something jumped inside me.

"If he can go -- I think that would be a great idea!"  Said Alan.  Al
looked hopefully at me.

"I -- uh -- dunno," I said reluctantly, "that's after the fall
semester starts."

My insides were screaming out yes!

"Another Semester won't hurt, Son."  My dad said.  You could have
knocked me over with a feather.  "A chance like this doesn't come
around every day, Ben!"  Dad said.

"Didn't you tell me that Ben will probably be going to UC, Bill?"  Dad
nodded.  "My cousin can pull some strings when it comes to UC.  He
practically owns UCSB.  You could probably start a couple weeks late with
his clout."

"Wow!  Who's your cousin?"  Asked Dad.

"I doubt you'd know him.  His name is Jacob Smith."

"And you think he could pull some strings at UCLA?"

"Probably.  I KNOW he could at Santa Barbara.

"Well, I couldn't swing the cost of putting Ben up in Santa Barbara."

"You see, Billy Boy?  You need to be open to possibilities."

"What kind of possibilities?"  Dad said.

"Who knows?  Just be open to the universe delivering what you want --
and deserve!"  Said Alan.

Later on, after dinner, I said to Al, "I dunno what to think about all
that universe stuff."

"You just have to - "

"I wasn't finished.  Anyway, I'm not too sure about this universe
stuff, but -- what do I have to lose?"

"That's a start."  Said Al.

"Huh?"  I said.

"You just have to know that you deserve what the universe has to
offer."  Al said with the same confidence that his dad had.  "Most
people grow up struggling and -- because they don't know anything else
-- they accept that as their life.  "I know you think it's easy for ME
to say that.  And I suppose it is.  But I believe that the universe
listens when we are open to it.  And it will give us what you want."

"I just don't know if I can believe in that -- um -- stuff."

"And that's why you may never get what you want from the universe.  You
have to ask it!"

"That sounds like God -- and prayer."  I said, expecting to get laughed
at.

"Call it what you like, Ben!  I believe it works!  And if you are
willing to say, `What have I got to lose?'  -- you're way ahead of 95%
of most people."

He had my attention.  "So -- will you at least go to Maui with us?"

"Yeah -- I mean -- um -- Yeah!  I dunno about surfing the big waves, but
- "

"They're more tame in the morning.  But I've seen you perform.
You'll get the hang of it."

"Still waves as big as I've seen in the Hawaii Surf videos -- pretty
scary stuff~!"

"Yeah!  That's what gets me high!  Fuckin' scares the shit outa me
sometimes!  What happened to Everett earlier today was really a freak.
It just doesn't happen -- that often."

"Okay, stop trying to scare me, Al.  I'm going!"  I said.

Both Al and I looked over in the corner of the yard.  Everett was
practically in a fetal position on a lawn chair, holding his head.
"Wow.  He must really be hurting!"  I said.  "That's a nasty knot on
his head."

"That's not all that's bothering him.  Come with me."

We went to Ev and sat on either side of him.  "Ev -- can I ask you a
question?"  Said Al.  "And you don't have to answer immediately.  But
-- do you want to go to Maui with us?"

Everett looked up, stunned -- as if he didn't hear Al.  Or maybe it was
as if he couldn't wrap his mind around what was just asked of him.  Then
tear sprang from his eyes.  "You're serious?"

"I like you, Dude!  And I also know that you'll be 18 by that time."

Everett grinned  and carefully wiped the tears from his face.  "Go ask
your dad what he thinks."  Said Al.

After Ev left, I said, "Are you sure it'll be okay with Red?  Will
there be room for him?"

"Heh.  Red's dad is richer than mine!  I'm sure their `condo' isn't
anything modest."

"He is?  I mean he's rich?"  I exclaimed.  "But then why would he --
I mean -- he said he wanted you  - I mean -- he said he'd lower his age
standard for you.  I figured it was because you're rich."

"You are so naïve, son!"  said Al.  "Don't you know yet that most gay
guys seem to hunger to get a straight guy in the sack?"

"And you think that's why he asked you to go?"  I said

"I like to think he just likes excellent company!"  Said Al.  "And if
he could also make a conquest -- so much the better -- for him!"

"But not for you!"

"Hell no!  Well, if I did succumb, then it would have been because I
really wanted it all along -- right?  But as I said -- `not gonna
happen!'  But I wouldn't respect him if he didn't try."

"You're not like most straight guys I ever knew!"

"Thank God!  You finally noticed!"  Said Al, grinning.

The rest of summer was the longest summer I ever knew.  But I did go to
the beach a lot with Al.   Ev went sometimes too, when his schedule
permitted.  Al taught both of us a lot more about surfing.  I caught on
to the "no Fear" thing.  It's bogus, of course.  It's more like -- do
it even if there IS fear.  I definitely had that one down!

"Hey, Red!"  Said Al, the next time we saw Red on the beach."

"Hey!"

"So how did your date with the `daddy' go?"  asked Al.

"Aw he turned out to be a lot younger than I thought -- and -- he blew
me off!"

"Isn't that what you guys do?"

"Fuck you!  I meant he was a no-show.  What can one expect from a guy
named Etienne -- with a French accent?"

"What --at?"  I said.  "Etienne?"

"Yeah, he's from Canada.  Heh!  Here I wasn't willing to blow him off
and he does it to me."

We didn't let him know we knew Et.  Al easily got Red to agree to
bringing his two fags along for the ride!

Everett regularly slept with me all summer but all we did was spoon.  It
felt good to touch the soft smooth skin on his naked body. (Yeah, he
decided he liked the way Al sleeps!)   The few appointments that would
finish out my agreement with Etienne, went well.  We closed most of those
deals.  Then we would go to his place and do something wild. (Nothing
penetrating!)

I never mentioned Red to him, either.

One Al and I we met another excellent surfer on an overcast morning that
we hadn't seen before.  Al was especially intrigued, so he invited her
to have lunch with us in Newport.  (We hadn't planned any lunch as far
as I knew!)

Mia was Medium height with short brown hair.  Kind of boyish looking.
Just the type Al never goes for.  He really liked her the first time we
met, but she wasn't his normal bimbo, and I thought this freaked him
out.  Too late, I realized he was hoping to start something between Mia
and me!

Before I knew it, Al had asked one of his bimbos along with us one night
to a drive-in movie.  This put me in the back seat with Mia, while Al
made out shamelessly in the front seat with the bimbo.  Mia took hold of
my hand.  My immediate reaction was to jerk it back, but -- I caught
myself.  I gave her my hand and she looked directly into my eyes.

"I'm gay, Mia."

"I like gay guys."

"You're not going to be able to `rescue' me." I warned.

"Haha!  I don't think you need rescuing!"  and she kissed me -- on the
mouth.  Something snapped inside me.  I had kissed so many girls in high
school and -- liked it then.  But this was different.  I had experienced
letting my attraction for guys go and had -- had sex with them.  I am not
interested in girls - - or women!  So -- why did I kiss her back?  I
think it just felt so natural, as it did a couple years ago.

Mia rubbed my back and that felt good.  Then she started to rub my chest
and that felt even better.  I relaxed and closed my eyes.  She worked her
way down to my stomach.  The hair on the back of my neck was standing on
end.  She has great hands.  I loved the massage she was giving me.  Then
she squeezed my dick.  In my relaxation, even I didn't notice it
growing.  It was hard as a rock!

Well!!???  What do you expect?  A warm body was all over me, rubbing my
back, kissing me and rubbing my chest and tummy and then this!  My God,
after all!  I AM still a virile young man!

When she did that, I jumped and opened the door and sprang out.  I walked
quickly away, toward the snack bar.  I heard the door of the Escalade
close, and footsteps behind me.  I walked faster and entered the men's
room.  The sound of footsteps didn't stop.  I was sitting on the toilet,
fully clothed.

"Ben?"

"What?"

"Ben, I'm sorry!  I thought maybe - "

"You thought!?  Fuck!  Geez, Al, did you really think I would let her -
"

"I said I was sorry, Dude.  Please come out."  I was maybe angrier than
any other time in my life.  I hyperventilated a little to try to calm
down.  "Please, Ben, I kind of promised my dad I'd at least try.  I
told him - "  I opened the stall door.  He was standing there, his eyes
glassy.

That took me so much by surprise that I too clouded up.  He put his arms
out and I walked in to them.  It wasn't anywhere near to a close hug.
More like the a-frame that jocks do.  He patted me -- I wished it was on
the butt -- likes jocks do, but it was on the back.  Another guy walked
in and saw us.  "Hey, fags!  Take it somewhere else!"

"Fuck you, ass hole!  We're not fags!"

"Yeah right!  A  coupla real jocks having a tender moment."  He mocked.

Al broke away from me and rushed the guy!  "Get the FUCK outa here!"

The other guy backed up and said, I gotta take a crap!  I need to - "

Al grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt and lifted him up, and
crashed him against the concrete block wall.  "Too bad!  I don't want
you shitting while I'm having a fucking tender moment.  Go shit behind a
bush!  Matter of fact go shit ON a Bush!  I don't like either of the
liberal fuckers!

He let the shirt go and the guys dropped to the floor and then ran out.
I could see that his pants were wet in the front.  I really did hope that
there was nothing in the back!

Al turned back to me and as quickly as he ignited, he calmed down.
"Sorry -- now where were we.  Oh yeah we were hugging.  Well that
moment's long past, isn't it?  Anyway, I'm sorry.  It won't happen
again.  Ben, I -- I -- I don't want to -- um -- please -- I fucked up.
Can we just forget it happened?"

"No.  If we forget, it could happen again.  Actually you did me a
favor."

"I did?"  He said.

"Yeah, in a way.  I've had a few doubts about my sexuality until now.
Al, I am queer and a three dollar bill!"

Al all of a sudden got a bright smile on his face.  "Well, all righty
then!"  He said playfully.  "Let's go back to the car so that poor
fucker can come in here and clean himself up."

"Oh!  You don't think he - "

"Oh yeah!  He shit his pants, all right!"

We walked out and I made a bee line for the car.  Al stopped me and
turned me around.  I was almost afraid of what he would do next.  He just
pointed me toward the bathroom door.  The guy he had scared was waddling
in to the bathroom like a duck.  "O gosh!"  I said.  "Poor guy."

"You're too nice!  He was an ass hole!"

"I guess."

"And -- I ain't gonna let any asshole call me a fag!  Or you either!"

Notes:  I know I had some of you worried!  A few of you wrote and
threatened to quit me if I got my boy into a relationship with a girl.
So -- as much as I rant about never letting readers drive the story, I
couldn't resist!  But it worked out well for the story and the ever
moving plot.  Thanks to you who goaded me to do it!  Any comments are
welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love,
Steve