Date: Wed, 09 Jun 1999 05:38:38 PDT
From: TheEggman <theeggman1@excite.com>
Subject: "A New Life 2 Beach Party" 2/? (T/T)

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A New Life Chapter 2
Beach Party

I spent the remainder of the morning unpacking boxes and organizing my 
room. I got my dad's old PC, hooked in all up and powered it up. I had 
become addicted to the Civilization 2 video game. More so than any of 
the sports games I had on my Super NES. I was just getting the game 
started when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Morning, Prez. Wassup dude?"

"Nothing much Keith. I just got my PC all put together and working 
again. I was just about to start a game when you called."

"Excellent. We can meet on Yahoo chat sometime. I have my own chat room 
there."

"Well I need to get a new Internet connection first. I used to use my 
dad's account. I was thinking of AOL."

"Don't use them dude, they're bogus. I have NetCom. If you use them, I 
get a free month!"

"Cool, I'll check with my mom later."

"So are you ready for a day long ride around town?" Keith asked

"I've been looking forward to it. When will you be ready?"

"I just got out of the shower. Can you meet me here at my house?"

"I guess so, where do you live?"

Keith gave me directions to his house and I was on the road in no time. 
His house is a big four-bedroom place in a real nice neighborhood but 
on a typical southern California postage stamp lot. I double checked 
the address and walked up the front door when I heard someone speaking 
from the side of the house.

"Who are you?" Asked a small boy.

"Umm I'm Preston, Keith's friend. He asked me to come over. Who are 
you?"

"Preston? What kind of sissy name is that? Oops, sorry. I'm John, 
Keith's brother. Mr. Wonderful is inside." He said with a snicker.

I turned around again, confused and rang the doorbell. In a flash Keith 
opened the door wearing baggy shorts, socks and sneakers but no shirt. 
My jaw must've hit the ground and bounced twice. He's not even 16 yet 
and has a great upper body; not an ounce of extra flesh and a six pack 
abdomen to be envied. He invited me in and I followed him to his room 
where he tossed T-shirts around the dresser drawer looking for the 
right one to wear. Finally settling on one he raised his arms and slid 
it over his head. What I saw was a nice "V" shaped back that nearly 
took my breath away. I followed Keith to the backyard where he got his 
bike and we walked around front to get mine. As we got on our bikes and 
started to peddle off, John said melodically snickering "Have a nice 
time boys!" Keith just stared him down, obviously putting the fear of 
retribution into him.

"What's with your brother, dude?" I said, noticing that in a weeks time 
my vocabulary had now included the word "dude". It still sounded weird, 
too Texas ranch hand.

"He's flipped, dude. When he least expects it he'll get his." He 
snickered.

But my wheels were already spinning and grinding. Those comments John 
made were kind of gay sounding. Was Keith gay? Nah! Was I by 
association also considered gay? This thought sequence brought me 
within inches of riding right into the back of Keith and his bike.

"Whoa! Man that was close! Are you okay, Prez?" Keith exclaimed.

"Yeah, man. I'm really sorry. I was paying attention to one too many 
things."

"Just be extra careful on main streets like this, Prez. Half the city 
is on prozak or some shit. They wouldn't even see us to avoid us I 
think. We're just going over to the Promenade Mall. I want to show you 
a Thomas Guide map at Dalton's. Once you get a general idea of the main 
street layout you'll be set." He said as we waited for a light to 
change.

We got to the mall, locked up our bikes and went to "The Warehouse" and 
dreamt about buying dozens of CD's. I could swear I caught Keith's 
wandering eyes checking out two guys and they came in the store. This 
was not my imagination. I needed to ask him if he was gay, but how? He 
needed to know I was cool with it. I wanted to tell him I had been 
checking him out earlier at the house. But how could I tell him these 
things without risking the chance of having a good summer for the first 
time since I was 12 go down the tubes?

Then we went over to "B. Dalton's" and looked at a map. No wonder I was 
messed up. Through most of the valley Highway 101 north runs east-west! 
Who's the rocket scientist that thought this up? We left the mall and 
headed out around the north side of highway 101 up and around all the 
major streets in a widening circle up to highway 118. Eventually we 
made our way south of 101, around 3 big parks, past Mikes house and 
Derricks house, and up to Ventura Blvd and 101 again. We stopped and 
rested back at the park we were at last night. During the day it's real 
busy around this park. I glanced at my watch. Oh my gawsh! It's 5:30PM 
again! 

"Keith, we've been out for over 4 hours, man. I gotta call my mom."

"Cool, tell her you're having dinner at my house tonight." He answered 
dropping coins into a soda machine.

"Are you sure, man? Don't you want to check with your mom first?"

"I asked this morning. It's set dude. Dinner's at seven."

"Thanks, bud. I'll ask"

When I finished my phone call and had permission to have dinner at 
Keith's place, I got my own soda from the vending machine and sat down 
next to Keith. Within a second of each other we both belched out loud 
and long, causing one old lady to look at us in disgust. We laughed 
hard about our timing and the old lady's shattered sense of polite 
public activity. We finished up our Cokes and headed to his house. On 
the way there I realized I didn't even know his last name. Keith told 
me it was Hundser, There was no weird little brother in the front yard 
but there was a cute thirteen-year-old looking boy in the back yard. 
Keith introduced his brother, Drew. A slightly shorter, stockier 
version of Keith. We politely waved to each other and said "Hi". Then I 
followed Keith in through the sliding back door and he showed me to 
back to his room. 

His bedroom is really pretty large, has to be almost 15 foot square. 
There's a double bed and oak dresser and mirror. The entertainment 
center in his bedroom is as good as my mom's in the living room. A 25 
inch TV, VCR and stereo receiver and CD player. I assumed from what I 
saw that this family was not struggling to make ends meet. Later I 
found out from Keith that he was simply good at saving his money and 
purchased all but the TV himself using allowance and paper route money. 
The TV was the old family room set. I sat on his desk chair and watched 
him move confidently around his room, flipping on the stereo then 
removing his shirt.

"Oh man, I reek something foul. My dad's gonna have a fit if we sit 
down to eat like this. I need to have a shower before dinner dude. It 
would be great if you would too, Prez. It would save me from my dad's 
commentaries later. Do you mind?"

"I guess not. I haven't got a change of clothes though." I answered

"Not a problem. We're about the same size. Lets see what I've got for 
you to wear."

We rummaged around the dresser and found a T-shirt, shorts and a pair 
of boxer shorts. This would be the first time in my life I've ever worn 
boxers. I've just always worn briefs, never even considering the idea 
of switching. I was starting to feel nervous, like the first time I 
ever changed in the locker room for gym class. 

Keith showed me to the bathroom and handed me a clean towel. "You go 
ahead and hit the shower. I'm gonna go talk with my folks. Don't take 
too long in there, I'll be right behind you." He said with a grin, 
nudge and a wink.

Damn these crazed hormones! I couldn't be certain if Keith was gay even 
with the signs all around me. I quickly showered, grabbed the towel and 
started drying my hair. Keith knocked on the door and stepped in the 
bathroom in saying "It's just me dude." As if I wasn't caught off guard 
already, Keith dropped his pants and shorts and stepped behind me into 
the shower. Well now we both had the whole picture! I finished drying 
off while Keith was chatting with me in the shower about what was for 
dinner. Pulling up the boxers, then the shorts I recognized some extra 
shifting of my goods. A weird sensation to say the least, moving from 
the snug, secure fit of briefs to boxers, but I kind of liked it. I was 
somewhat embarrassed, but I had to ask Keith where his deodorant was 
before I would put the T-shirt on. There were three different brands on 
the sink vanity, one for each of the brothers. He asked me to use his 
Mennen Speed Stick. Same brand as I use. I use the "regular" fragrance. 
He used the "ocean surf" one. Pulling the shirt over my head I heard 
the shower turn off and the sliding door open. 

"I'll wait for you in your room while you finish up in here, okay man." 
I said.

Toweling off he asked, "Prez, what's the matter dude? I mean, we shower 
at school all the time in front of dozens of guys."

"Yeah I know but... umm... Keith, I gotta ask man, umm… are you gay?"

Shocked, he looked at me with tears welling up in his eyes. "I hoped I 
wasn't obvious. Yeah I am Prez. I mean, well I've never had sex with 
anyone. I just find guys more attractive is all." He wrapped the towel 
around himself and leaned back against the wall and started to cry. 

I didn't move, just leaned there against the door looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry dude. I'm really very sorry." He cried. "I wouldn't blame 
you if you just left now."

Realizing how much I had upset him, I started to shed tears my self. I 
looked up at him and he looked away, down to the floor hiding his face. 
"Keith, it's okay man." I said, stepping towards him and put my hand 
under his chin to lift his face up. "It's okay man. You're not obvious. 
I had hints and I guess I was looking for them." I was weeping as hard 
as I ever have since I fractured my ankle at seven years old. "I guess, 
I think I am too." 

It took him maybe ten seconds to grasp what I had said. Then he put his 
arms around me and hugged me while we both tried to stop the water 
works. What little we said basically confirmed to the other just how 
much we needed to meet, how much we enjoyed each others company and how 
we wanted to continue our friendship. In a few minutes as the tears 
dried and the laughs started there was a light tapping on the door. 

"Umm... guys? Dinner in ten minutes, okay?" Drew said from behind the 
closed door.

"We'll be there." Keith replied breaking our embrace.

"Is Drew cool with this?"

"Yeah, we've talked and he's cool. He's still figuring it all out about 
his own wants and stuff." He said reaching to pick up his boxer shorts.

"Well, I guess I might stay then." I said, admiring the view.

"You might. Hell you better!"

I laughed again, leaned back against the door and watched my new best 
friend dress himself for dinner. We both checked ourselves in the 
mirror for puffy cried out eyes and joined John and Drew at the table. 
They were on the opposite side of the table trying to give each other 
charley horses. Just as John was ready to give Drew his best shot Mr 
Hundser walked into the room.

Calmly, without any hint of anger in his voice he said "John, not at 
the table. There's one extra here. Who's this Keith?"

"Dad, this is my friend Prez... Preston."

I stood up and shook his hand. "My pleasure, Sir."

"Hi, Preston. You're not from around here, you're from... Oklahoma, 
right?"

"Originally from Texas, Sir. North of Dallas, by the Red River and 
Oklahoma border."

"I should've known. I've never met a Texan that didn't offer his hand. 
What brings you to California?"

"Drew, give me a hand with serving dinner please." Mrs. Hundser said 
from the kitchen.

I started to tell Mr. Hundser about my parents splitting up, and the 
move. Drew carried in a large plate of barbecued chicken, Mrs Hundser 
brought in a giant bowl of salad and returned to the kitchen for a 
plated of foil covered baked potatoes. Drew and John dug right in for 
the same chicken breast as soon as Keith's mom sat down. They both 
caught evil glances from their parents and settled down. During the 
dinner conversation both Mr. and Mrs. Hundser showed a great deal of 
interest in me and my mom, the breakup and the move. Eventually the 
conversation moved to what had been done with day and what the plans 
were for the evening. Keith had said we would be just hanging out 
tonight. Mr. Hundser reminded his son's of a few household chores that 
needed to be done before the weekend trip up to Big Bear. 

As the table was being cleared the phone rang and John answered it 
saying it was for Keith. I heard a little of what was said. He forgot 
something, he wants to go and bring me along. 

"Dad can I stay out a little later tonight?" He asked "There's a party 
down at the beach and Derrick's on his way to pick Prez and me up."
Mr. Hundser said, "You're home and in bed by 1AM the latest Keith. And 
no booze! Understood?"

"Yeah dad, no sweat. Thanks." Keith said and then finished up on the 
phone.

Keith turned to me saying, "Prez, give your mom a call and ask if you 
can spend the night here dude. We've got a party to go to!"
I called my mom, she and Mrs. Hundser talked for a bit and I got 
permission to stay the night with instructions to be home for dinner 
tomorrow night. I thanked the Hunders for dinner and followed Keith to 
his bedroom. He and I put our shoes on then we heard a car horn beep 
out front. We said our goodbyes, Keith grabbed an electric lantern from 
the hall closet and we stepped outside.

I could not believe my eyes when I stepped outside. In front of the 
house with two guys sitting in the front seat was an emerald green, 
1971 Oldsmobile 442 convertible. It looked to be all original equipment 
too. This car looked like it was right out of showroom. 

"Mike this is Prez. Preston O'Brian. Prez, this is 'the soon to be 
famous' Mike Gibbons, Hahaa!" Keith said as Mike swiveled the seat and 
stepped out of the car.

I extended my hand to greet Mike. "Hi Ya, Mike. Glad to meet ya man."
Mike shook my hand. "Cool, same here! Climb on in back and shuffle yer 
buns over. That's Derrick in the drivers seat."

Keith climbed in the back seat behind me and introduced me to Derrick. 
We said our hello's, Mike got back in the car and we headed down 
Topanga Canyon to the Pacific coast highway. Mike bitched out Keith for 
not calling earlier like he was supposed to. Keith told them about how 
we met and me being a lost puppy. I chimed in saying something about a 
mental midget that made highway 101 run east to west. Keith looked at 
me, Mark turned around and Derrick glanced wide-eyed at me from the 
rear view mirror. All three of them cracked up laughing simultaneously, 
believing that "mental midget" was just about the funniest thing they'd 
ever heard, then realizing just how lost a guy could get under my 
circumstances. My tension was relieved and the ice was broken. This was 
gonna be a good night. 

We got to Zuma Beach and parked the car. When Derrick stepped out I 
followed on his side of the car and we shook hands before walking 
around to the trunk of the car. Mike grabbed a guitar case and cooler 
from the trunk and Derrick got a radio, blanket and a lantern.

Back then, and still now Derrick is just about the most handsome guy 
I've ever seen. Honestly, he puts all the teen idols to shame in my 
opinion. Two years ago he was real cute. Now, at 18 Derrick is about 5 
feet 9 inches tall and 150 pounds, dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. 
Derrick is the oldest of the four of us, born about 4 months before me.

Mike looked pretty much the same then as he does now. The shortest of 
the four of us I guess he's about an inch shorter than Derrick and 
about the same weight. The guy looks like a linebacker, sun-bleached 
brown hair and brown eyes. 

We found a place on the beach and got settled. Each of us took corner 
of the blanket and got a soda from the cooler. Mike got his acoustic 
guitar out and started strumming softy and playing an occasional line 
or lick. I was pretty impressed with his playing and I told him so, 
also mentioning that I played bass guitar. During the course of the 
conversation I learned that Mike's birthday was the first of June and 
the guitar had been a gift. Derrick started saying how much fun they 
had that night having a few beers and sharing a few joints after the 
rest of the party broke up. Suddenly, Mike stopped strumming and it got 
very quiet, too quiet in fact.

Derrick was the first to speak. "Umm... I don't regret that night, none 
of it."

Keith looked up at him and replied "Neither do I."

Then Mike whispered "Me neither."

Then Keith said in a low quivering voice, "Listen guys, I'm sorry I 
left so suddenly yesterday. I know I've been acting fucked up lately. 
It's just that well, you guys live close by each other, and you have 
the music you play together and umm... lately you guys say stuff that 
seems to be some kind of inside joke that I'm not included in. I dunno, 
I guess I feel left out."

Mike moved over by Keith and put his arm around him saying, "Dude, 
we've had our rough times over this very same stuff. Let's not go there 
again, ok? I never meant to make you feel left out in any way."

"No way buddy. I honestly didn't mean any harm." Derrick chimed in.

Mike whispered "Your right, Keith. Since Derrick got his drums last 
December we have been spending a lot of time together. Now that schools 
out we see each other almost every day, lots of nights too." 

Keith sat up straight and looked at Mike, then Derrick in amazement. 
"You two? Christ, just a few months ago I saw you two nearly come to 
blows."

"Well that was at Christmas break. We had been having other talks that 
lead to some tension I guess. Stupid shit, ya know? You just happened 
to be there when things got nasty. Mike and I, we're alike in lots of 
ways, and just different enough to keep things interesting." Derrick 
said.

"Let's just say the last two months, we've been sort of a couple." Mike 
said with a Cheshire cat grin.

The three of them each started laughing one after the other, and as 
infectious as laughter is I laughed along. After a moments calm, Keith 
told Derrick and Mike of our little shower encounter, then looked over 
at me and said "I saw you checking me out from the dresser mirror this 
morning."

I admitted I had. I also reminded Keith of the two guys in "The 
Warehouse" he was checking out. Mike and Derrick cracked up and had to 
give him a bit of jabbing about that for a while. Before I knew it or 
could think of containing it I said to Keith, "I've been checking you 
out in the bathroom and on your bike and every minute I've been with 
you. When I'm around you, sometimes I feel like I can move mountains, 
sometimes more like a wet noodle."

The laughing and jabbing stopped, Keith moved closer to me and asked, 
"Well which do you feel like now?"

Swallowing hard I looked in his eyes and said, "Like moving mountains 
until this very second."

Keith leaned forward, tilted his head and kissed me softly. Breaking 
away for a second he then kissed me again, gliding his tongue over my 
lips until I opened my mouth to accept him. Another first time 
experience for me. In a few seconds I started to hear Mike and Derrick 
whispering then together they chanted "Awwww, ain't that nice?" and we 
pulled apart with our combined laughter.

Settling back down we paired up on opposite sides of the blanket. We 
talked about lots of stuff that night. My tired old moving story, 
summer plans, who was working where and when, how I'd like to learn to 
surf and jam with Mike and Derrick. Mike played guitar for a while and 
when he was tired he let me play it. Then Mike and Derrick went off for 
a walk together leaving Keith and me alone. 

We talked about the suddenness of our feelings for each other and the 
things we saw ourselves doing together. Of course we talked about when 
we might have sex and what we had heard about various experiences. We 
agreed that we wouldn't necessarily rush into any thing together but 
when the time was right we would both now it. Around midnight we packed 
up our gear and headed for home. Derrick and Mike got overly 
enthusiastic to learn that I would be spending the night at Keith's 
place. We played along with their talk for awhile just for fun.

We pulled in front of the house and noticed the light on in the living 
room. Keith's mom was up and in the kitchen when we walked in the 
house. We stopped in to say good night. Keith got two sodas from the 
fridge then we retreated to Keith's room. 

"Make yourself comfortable, Prez." He said turning on the TV. "I sleep 
in my boxers usually. Is that okay with you?"

I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my shirt. "Yeah it's cool 
man. I sleep in my underwear too. I'm pretty tired. Are you?"

"Yeah, that talk with you earlier and then with Mike and Derrick. I'm 
wiped out."

"This day has been full of firsts for me." I said as I unbuttoned my 
shorts and let them drop to the floor. "Where am I sleeping?"
Dropping his shorts he answered, "On the bed with me if your okay with 
it. Or I could get the spare blanket..."

"Don't go to any trouble, the bed is fine, man."

Keith turned off the light leaving the room lit only by the TV. I 
waited by the bed for him to walk past me again and I held him by the 
waist there in front of me. 

"Haahaa! What are you doing?" He asked

"Just what feels right." I said with a sigh

He wrapped his arms around me and we just swayed gently for a few 
minutes holding each other.

"I've never had a boyfriend before. I like this feeling." I whispered

"Neither have I, really. Mike and I did some stuff when we were 13 but 
we weren't emotionally ready for it. I like the feeling too. I feel 
comfortable with you, Prez."

I looked in his eyes, tilted my head and mimicked his kiss from 
earlier. We broke our embrace and got into the bed. Keith reached for 
the remote control and turned off the TV. 

After a few minutes of lying there Keith asked, "Are you asleep?"

"Nope."

We turned and looked at each other. The answer was obvious. We both 
slid closer and held each other in the center of the bed. That's what 
we both needed. Sleep came soon thereafter.

Around 7AM we heard the sounds of his parents getting ready for work. 
Keith groggily got up and locked his bedroom door then returned to bed 
snuggling up close to me. I noticed his morning erection tenting his 
boxers. There was a storm of emotions building up in me at once. I 
rolled over to face him.

"Good morning." I said

"Mornin' bud. Go back to sleep."

"I wish I could. I've been thinking... and dreaming... of you... about 
us."

"Yeah, me too. Good dreams."

"Yeah. I've fallen in love with you, Keith."

Looking in my eyes and pulling me closer he kissed my cheek. "I love 
you too Preston."

I kissed his sweet lips and let my hand slowly trace its way around his 
chest, memorizing each square inch. Breaking our kiss, he giggled at my 
touch and started his own exploration of my chest then moved down to my 
stomach. I felt the firmness of his abdomen and my heart raced. Our 
breathing quickened and our smiles faded. With our eyes we communicated 
our fears of being hurt and left alone, our desire to be with each 
other not just once, or today, but forever. Our hands slid down and 
slid our hands into each other's boxers. We each felt the others 
erection then began removing the boxers and kicked them off under the 
covers. Keith moved over and lay on top of me causing me to softly moan 
my approval. My arms slid down his back and my hands cupped his ass 
pulling him into me. He started nibbling and sucking my earlobes nearly 
driving me insane with passion. I tried to roll us over but he would 
only let me go as far as our sides. Kissing my lips, my neck and down 
my shoulder and arm he crawled into a sixty-nine position.

He took hold of my pulsing cock and licked once completely around my 
circumcised glans. I shivered and groaned. He looked up at me with 
those mischievous eyes, and waited for me to repeat the process for 
him. I did and he bucked involuntarily forcing the head of his cock 
into my mouth. We swallowed each other in gradual increments. Lovingly 
we sucked and licked each other to the brink of climax then backed off 
only to repeat the process again. The second time around though we 
couldn't hold it back any longer. I grunted a few times to warn him I 
was close. He hummed his warning sending the vibrations throughout my 
body. My twirling tongue blocked his first shot and washed around my 
mouth. He hummed in appreciation and I let my orgasm over take me. We 
swallowed every drop and licked each other clean. We were totally 
satisfied but our young teen cocks never really lost their erections. 
Keith crawled around again to kiss me. We held each other close and 
drifted back off to the world of dreams.

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