Date: Sat, 05 Jun 1999 07:40:27 PDT
From: TheEggman <theeggman1@excite.com>
Subject: "A New Life Chapter 1 - Lost and Found" T/T ( No Sex )

This story is a work of erotic fiction involving teenage boys. All the 
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A New Life
Chapter 1
"Lost and Found"
Don't you just love the smell of the ocean? Howdy! My name's Preston. 
Preston Albert O'Brian. I just turned seventeen years old. I'm five 
feet ten and sopping wet I weigh 150 pounds. I have red hair and blue 
eyes. I didn't used to have many friends, but now I seem to be pretty 
popular at school and spend most of my time hanging out with my three 
best buds. I'll tell you more about them in a few. 

Almost two years ago my dad's job was eliminated and the fights between 
him and my mom ended one morning shortly thereafter. That was the day 
my mom told me that she and dad were splitting up and asked if I would 
like to stay in Texas with dad or move to California with her. There 
would never be any love lost between my drunken old man and me so I 
paused for a few moments, making it appear as though this required 
thought and answered "Let's move, this place is beat. When do we go?" 
She answered "Your school year ends in two weeks. I'll hand in my 
resignation today and we'll leave the day after your last day of 
school. How does that sound?" So that's how my new life started. 

My mom's sister got us a nice two-bedroom apartment in Woodland Hills 
and got my mom a few interviews lined up. During the drive from Texas 
to California I happened to look at the map. Omigod! Woodland Hills is 
in Los Angeles and only a few miles from the beach and the Pacific 
Ocean. The only beach I've ever been to was down at Galveston and that 
was when I was 12. Needless to say, I was getting jazzed about this 
deal. 

In a few days a moving van would deliver our furniture and stuff. It 
was weird sleeping on pool rafts and sheets those first few nights. 
With nothing but my little stereo and a borrowed thirteen-inch TV from 
my Aunt for entertainment, my mom and I had what she called "a chance 
for quality time". Yeah, it may sound funny but my mom and I actually 
kind of became friends during that first week. She even taught me to 
dance and asked me about girls too! I like girls plenty sure but 
there's no doubt in my mind that guys are just as attractive, to me any 
way. Geez, most times more so. I couldn't bring myself to say that 
last part to my mom though. Having never had sex with anyone I didn't 
know what I wanted. I just knew I wanted - a lot! 

Mom landed a job and our stuff was delivered while she was at work. I 
got to supervise in the movers. One moving guy was worthy of a great 
deal of "supervision"! Anyhow, I finally got my trusty old bike back 
and once the movers had finished I went out for a ride around town. The 
San Fernando Valley is a big, confusing area. More than a few times I 
found myself on streets with no outlet and turning around clueless. All 
the major streets look like each other. It's almost 7PM. In another 
hour it will be getting dark and my mom will have a major fit if I'm 
not back by then. At the next stop light I checked my pockets for 
change to call home when another kid pulled up besides me at the 
corner. He had short brown hair and brown eyes that seemed friendly. I 
couldn't really tell but he looked to be about my age and my height but 
a few pounds lighter.

"Hey, wassup?" He said.

"Hey. I guess I'm kind of lost. Can you tell me how to get to Topanga 
Canyon Blvd?" I asked.

"Sure. I can ride with you there. It's on my way home anyway. We gotta 
jet though, dude. I'm late and my mom's gonna have a cow. I'm Keith." 
He said, offering his hand.

I shook his hand and introduced myself then the light changed. He led 
and I followed. When it was safe we rode side by side and I told him I 
had just moved to town and thanked him for helping me out of the mess I 
was in. 

"No problem, dude." He said. "I was at my bud Mike's house for a dip in 
his pool. Then Derrick showed up and they wanted to jam and I needed to 
split anyway."

He started to say something about how Mike and Derrick were always 
together and that he lately sometimes felt weird with his two best 
friends. I just said that he didn't have anything to worry about, but 
my thoughts were on his friends Derrick and Mike jamming. They were 
obviously musicians. And who is this Derrick? Even his name sounds 
attractive. As I wondered if I would ever meet them and have the chance 
to play with them we turned on to Topanga Canyon Blvd. Shit I was 
almost home. How did I get so lost only a few miles from my front door? 
I told Keith I was back in familiar territory, thanked him for his help 
and offered him a cold Coke, if he could spare a few minutes. He said 
he sure could, if he could call his mom to let her know where he was. 

We locked our bikes and walked into the apartment to see my mom pacing 
the living room floor. 

"Jesus, Preston! Where have you been? I was getting worried." She said, 
her voice a mix of stressed concern and relief.

"I'm okay mom. I thought I'd go out for a bike ride and get familiar 
with the area. Well, I got a little confused. Mom, this is Keith. He 
happened by and helped me find my way home."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." Keith chimed in offering his hand to my 
mom. 

He was a perfect gentleman. That impressed both my mom and me. "Mom, 
Keith needs to use the phone for a few to let his mom know where he's 
at." I said reaching into the fridge, grabbing two cans of Coke and 
handing one to Keith.

"Help yourself to the phone, Keith. Why don't you stay for dinner? I'd 
like to thank you for helping Preston out today. Barbecued burgers, 
fries and corn on the cob is tonight's menu." My mom said. 

"If your sure it's no trouble, I'll ask my mom." Keith said

My mom walked around the counter and did the dinner preparation gig. 
Keith finished on the phone and got permission to stay with 
instructions to be home no later than 11PM. We grabbed our Cokes and 
went back to my bedroom, which was still in a state of disarray with 
boxes and stuff all over. Keith sat on my bed and looked over at my CD 
collection on the dresser while I dug through some boxes looking for my 
Super Nintendo stuff.

"Cool CD collection, Prez. I guess your not into much current stuff, 
there's mostly classic rock here." Keith commented.

I momentarily wondered whom he was calling "Prez" and turned to look at 
him. No one had ever called me anything but Preston back in Texas. I 
liked the sound of it. "Yeah, I like the Back Street Boys and N'Sync 
and Collective Soul and some other stuff. I just haven't had the money 
to add to my collection. Mostly I listen to classic rock stations on 
the radio. Go ahead and pick something out you like." I said. 

Finally finding my games and Super Nintendo I hooked it up to the 
thirteen inch TV of my Aunt's that I had shamelessly confiscated and 
put in to my room.

"I can't really say I know much of this stuff. I know Pink Floyd 
though. Maybe we could catch a buzz some time and check that out."

"Sounds great man. I haven't gotten high much but I have enjoyed it."

"Cool, I was hoping you'd say something like that. Derrick, Mike and I 
usually partake of the fruit of the cannabis gods almost every 
weekend." Keith's said his voice gradually becoming softer after he 
mentioned Derrick and Mike. I might've asked what was up but I just met 
this guy and didn't think pressing the issue was the right thing to do.
I got up and walked over to the bed and asked "Well how about something 
upbeat like umm.... Journey Frontiers is pretty cool or some metal like 
Rush 2112?"

"I've heard some Journey on the radio, that'll do." He said grabbing 
the Journey disk and dropping it in to the player drawer. As it started 
playing he came over and knelt on the floor besides me and offered to 
help get the cable TV and Nintendo stuff set up.

"It's the cable connector, man. It's all fucked up and when I try to 
screw it on, it just pops off and shit this pissing me off!" I ranted.

"Heehee, just screw it on, dude. Ya know how to screw, don't ya? 
Hahaha"

I looked over at him and laughed "Hahaa, well umm no but I hope to 
learn some day. Hold the damn deck steady for me okay?"

"Sure, I'll hold her steady and you screw! Why am I always the one left 
observing the merriment?"

"Hahaa Come on now, I'm having a hard enough time without the 
commentaries."

"I would hope you'd be hard enough if your gonna screw it!" He laughed 
heartily, falling over a bit in to me.

That cracked me up. I leaned over in to him laughing hysterically, 
momentarily losing my sense of purpose. When I regained some composure 
I leaned forward to try again. An otherwise easy task must've taken 15 
minutes between his shouting "screw it" and my replying "it's hard" or 
"too tight" or "getting close". Just as we finally got the unit set up 
my mom knocked on the door and peaked in saying, "Boys, wash up for 
dinner. And keep down the rude commentaries please."

"Sure, mom. Sorry about all that, we were just..." 

She grinned, shook her head and walked off down the hall.

Still chuckling, Keith and I got up and walked across the hall into the 
bathroom, each of us taking one of the two sinks. Keith closed the door 
behind him and walked behind me to the toilet, lifted up the seat 
and pulled down his fly.

"Let me finish here, man and you can whiz in peace." I said noticing a 
good four inches of circumcised teen boy meat. 

"Don't sweat it bud. I have two younger brothers and we share one 
bathroom." He explained as he started to piss "If we had to wait for 
each other to get ready for school in the morning we'd never get 
out of the house."

"Oh, two brothers, huh? I guess being an only child I just kind of 
thought you'd want some privacy."

He finished relieving himself, flushed and washed his hands while I 
dried mine. I spent way too much time working up a lather as I washed 
my hands but I couldn't help watching him from the mirror. I handed him 
the towel and waited for him before we walked out to the kitchen table 
and had a seat.

As soon as we were all seated mom started asking Keith all about 
himself. All the stuff I never thought to even ask. I just sat there 
and absorbed it all while my mom continued her twenty questions 
routine. 

Keith was 15 years old, going on 16 in September. He had his learners 
permit and could drive with an adult. We would be attending the same 
high school as would Mike and Derrick. He was an average student but 
didn't work to get better grades. He lived with his mom, dad and two 
brothers in a house about a mile away. He liked mountain biking, 
skateboarding, roller blading and surfing. He didn't have a girlfriend 
and had only been on one date before.

When we finished dinner I got up to help my mom clear the table causing 
her to stare at me with wide, wondering eyes. I don't know why I did 
it. That was the first time. But things had changed so much in the last 
few weeks, especially the last week, especially between my mom and me. 
It just seemed to be the right thing to do. Course now it's always that 
way. The quicker we can get things cleaned up, the quicker we can both 
do other things. 

"Great burgers Mrs. O'Brian. Prez, how about a walk to umm digest these 
burgers." Keith asked stepping away from the table.

"Sure." I said turning towards him to see eyes and a grin that together 
spelled mischief.

"Ummm, Mom we'll be back soon and won't be far."

"Thanks again, Mrs. O'Brian. See you later." Keith said.

"Your welcome, Keith. Make sure your home by eleven. Preston, cover 
your ass."

All that my mom probably heard was some mixture of "I will mom" and 
"Yes, ma'am" as I closed the door behind us. 

"What's the deal man?" I asked "Suddenly you looked like you had just 
thrown the neighbors cat off a barn roof."

Reaching in to his pants pocket he pulled out a single fat joint. "This 
is the deal!" I know a quiet place near here were we can burn this." He 
said as we turned out on to the main street. "I thought we'd do this 
up and check out that Pink Floyd CD."

"Very cool!" I said as he led me down the street.

"It's not a problem, dude. This is way better than what I was planning 
on doing tonight. I thought I'd be smoking this alone."

"Oh. Why wouldn't you share with your buds?"

"I don't know about those two lately, dude. It's probably just me being 
paranoid. It's just that suddenly the three way jokes are more two ways 
and I'm standing there wondering what I missed. I met Mike in like, 
second grade and Derrick lives in the house behind mine so we've known 
each other forever. I'm sorry 'bout this dude. It's just been on my 
mind a lot since school let out." He said with a light quiver in 
his voice.

"Keith, man you helped me out of a jam today and I'm kind of grateful I 
got lost, because you're the first guy my age I've spent any time with 
in weeks. You were great around my mom tonight. I'd like to repay you 
for all you've done. How can I help you man?"

"You already have, Prez. I was planning on smoking this and staying 
home to sulk tonight, but this is much better. You were right there 
when I needed someone. I hope you didn't ask a lot of people directions 
before you met me. LA is a wacked place dude. Be careful or you'll find 
your self lost in the Santa Monica mountains."

"Actually I had passed some folks outside there houses and thought of it 
but it didn't seem right to ask them. I don't know, you just seemed to 
be someone I could ask."

We walked into a small park, sat in the swings and lit the joint. That 
stuff I smoked in Texas must've been poor or this was truly excellent 
because I was buzzing after the first toke. In between coughs and 
giggles he managed to ask me where I was from and why I was in CA. 
Suddenly I felt that I was talking about someone else when I told him 
my past, which only made things that much more surreal, making me laugh 
harder. We finished the joint and played on the swings, practically 
pulling the steel pipes out of their concrete footings. Then we moved 
over to the little merry-go-round and proceeded to get ourselves so 
dizzy we couldn't stand up right.

Just before we left the park Keith pulled out a bottle of Visine, 
tilted his head back and dowsed his eyes. Then he handed me the stuff 
and I dowsed my entire face and eventually got some in my eyes. With 
all the chlorine water, salt water and smog my eyes are exposed to 
daily, I've gotten better, I swear!

Getting back to the apartment we said "Hi" to my mom and walked right 
past her to my bedroom. "Dark Side of the Moon" was dropped in and we 
settled back on the bed, sitting side by side at first, then lying side 
by side as the music washed over us. We were virtually silent for the 
entire length of the CD. Occasionally one of us would move or shift 
position slightly and brush against the other. I had never heard this 
CD in this state of mind before. I didn't know then what was causing 
the rushing sensations; was it the buzz, or the music, or the friend I 
had lying besides me? I think I'll remember that experience when I'm 
old and gray. 

We walked out into the kitchen for something to drink and realized it 
was 10:30. I gave Keith a can of coke and my phone number. I was 
tempted to ask him to spend the night, but the house was a maze of half 
emptied boxes and I thought that mom would just as soon not have an 
extra person around.

"I'll call you tomorrow. How about I give you the five cent tour of the 
area? Keith asked.

"That would be way cool, man. I hated getting lost today. Around here I 
can barely find my way to the grocery store and back! Heehee"

"Cool. I'll call you around lunchtime and we'll hook up."

I walked Keith outside, he unlocked his bike and we said our 
goodnights. When I came back inside my mom was on her hands and knees 
unpacking a box and watching the channel 9 news. I kneeled down besides 
her and asked if she needed any help. She said she was going to finish 
this box and go to bed early tonight. I noticed one of her CD's, 
Tomita's "Snowflakes are Dancing". I kissed my mom goodnight and took 
the CD back to my room and put it on continuous play. I stripped down 
to my BVD's and crawled into the bed. I slept more soundly that night 
than I had in many months and I had some pretty wild dreams too as I 
recall. The next morning when I woke up, as was watching myself brush 
my teeth, I didn't see the same guy watching back in the mirror. I had 
changed. As I stepped into the shower I vowed to continue to be 
different than I had been. 


I hope you enjoyed the story. Comments and constructive criticisms are 
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