Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2006 01:43:17 +0000
From: rich h <palouse1@hotmail.com>
Subject: seal rocks pt. 3

Jesse's euphoria lasted almost through dinner that night.
But then, seated with his mother, younger sister and father
- eating silently as usual - he began to worry again. What
the hell was he thinking, what was he contemplating doing?
How could he and Mike stay buds if they did this? Was Mike
going to freak on him, would he still be his friend, what
would his family think, what would the other guys think . .
.  he found his food suddenly unappetizing. He excused
himself clumsily and locked himself in his room.

     He stayed there most of the night, pacing, seeking
solace (or at least distraction) in his guitar (his playing
was frankly lousy), in the radio, in his Ipod, anything he
could think of to pass time.  Finally, around 10:30, he sat
at his computer and logged into AIM, half hoping, half
fearing that Mike would be on. He found a number of school
and beach buds, and the next hour or so passed more
pleasantly as they blabbed on about all sorts of
inconsequential things, ragging on each other, speculating
on tomorrow's swell, and generally goofing off.

     It was nearly midnight when the message flashed on his
screen:  Hey dude I was hoping youd be here.  Mike was
online.
     Jesse took a deep breath and typed:  Sup

     Nada - not sleepy

     Same  There was a pause that lasted perhaps two
minutes; Jesse felt the need to say something but had no
idea what.  The other discussions faded to irrelevance.  You
there?

     Ya Mike answered. so we set for tomorrow?

     Sure, itll be cool

     How far south do you go?

     End of the park, hide the bikes, and walk maybe 20 mins
south along the beach.  Nice and quiet

     Cool we'll skinny dip and shit

     Lol I did that a little today and got my butt
burned

     LOLOL! How bad dude?

     Not too, just a bit pink.  I'm bringing coppertone
tomorrow
     Good idea you burn too easy

     Yeah Mr skin cancer thats me Hehe

     Another pause.  I'm glad I saw you today



     Me too I know I was gone a long time  I thought maybe
you thought I had gotten like weird

     No dude no way Jesse answered quickly.  I was afraid
you thought that about me. Don't wanna lose my best bud. His
fears were tumbling out now, the studied reserve of the
teenaged boy crumbling. Mike I dunno what to do are we gonna
still be cool with each other and all

     Dude we're best buds.  Nothing can change that.  I just
sorta lost my head there and Im sorry I don't want that shit
to mess us up


Sorry, shit.  I wanted it soooo bad when it happened
Mike. That's what scares me


     You want to do it again?


Now it was Jesse's turn to pause.  But after a minute, the
answer trembled off his fingertips:  ya.  He hit enter and
waited.

     Excellent came the reply, almost at once. So do I.

     A great weight seemed to lift off Jesse; he felt like
jumping around the room, the way he'd felt leaving Rivvy
that afternoon.  He typed in  So 10 tomorrow right?  At the
lot by Carls Jr?


 Be there  Mike replied.  Gotta book now, see ya


     See ya


     Jesse stared at the monitor for a while, a faint smile
playing over his face.  Then he shut everything down and
slept soundly.



He took his time next morning deciding what to wear.
He settled on a black Von Dutch T-shirt and his black board
shorts, the ones with the orange and red piping down the
sides.  He showered for a long time, examining himself as he
did so.  That damn zit on my arm won't go away, and my legs
are so fucking skinny . . .  He dried himself, threw on
perhaps a bit too much Axe, and loaded his towel,lotion, and
beach chair on his bike.

It was just after 10 when he pedaled the last stretch of
Camino Real to the Trestles lot by Carls Jr., at the south
end of town up against the Marine base.  It was its normal
crowded summer scene:  guys (mostly) of all ages coming and
going, loading and unloading boards, donning or stripping
off wetsuits.  It was still cloudy and cool here by the
beach - the fog wouldn't burn off till noon at least.  Mike
wasn't there, though, and he began worrying that maybe he'd
gotten scared and blown it off.  And I didn't bring my cell
either . . .

About ten minutes later Mike came into view, pedaling
furiously and waving.  His cheeks were red from his
exertion, and his breathing heavy.  "Sorry I'm late dude.
My mom got me."

Jesse smiled.  " `S OK,"  he said.  "Relieved you got
here, y'know?"

     Mike's smile warmed Jesse more than the sun up the hill
had.  "Ya.  So let's do it."

     Biking along past Trestles and into San O was easy,
mostly flat, and they took their time.  They spent most of
the ride chatting idly about nothing in particular, making
bad glow-in-the-dark jokes as they passed the nuclear plant,
and smiling at each other over their shared secret.  There
weren't too many RVs or trailers in the park south of the
plant, even for midweek.  By the time they reached the
southern end of the park, where a long gate arm halted car
access further south, they were essentially alone.  Jesse
liked that.

     They stashed their bikes near the gate arm, locking
them against a fallen metal pole that was anchored in the
ground and hidden by some brush.  They unloaded and stood,
looking at each other, nervous about the next move.  They
both knew that it was a major one.  It seemed like an age
before Mike said, in a strangely high voice, "So, let's go,
right?"

"Right."  There didn't seem anything else to say.

     The path down the bluff was steep, diagonal, along a
dry creekbed.  They scrabbled down carefully until the
gravel under their sandals turned to sand, then readjusted
their loads and headed south, Jesse now in the lead.  They
walked in silence.  They came to the area where Jesse had
sat the previous day - where Ernie had seen him, and Jesse
self consciously moved on past. They were a good mile below
the path, only a bend or two before they'd be in view from
the rest stop on the freeway, when Jesse slowed and looked
about.  The bluffs were sheer, heavily covered in bushes at
the top.  The beach had an inlet into the cliffside they
could sit in without being seen from too far away up or down
the beach.  The fog was still thick here, and the chill felt
good.  Jesse moved up toward the bluff, set down his chair,
and spread his oversized towel on the cool sand.  Mike
followed, overlaying his towel on Jesse's.

 Again they paused, unsure of what to do.  Mike
broke the silence.  "You better put some stuff on, the fog
won't stop you from burning."

     "Right," Jesse answered vaguely, reaching into the
pocket of his chair for the Coppertone.  He rubbed the
lotion into his legs, arms, chest, belly, knowing that Mike
was watching intently.  The attention embarrassed and
thrilled him at the same time.  He started to reach around
to his back, but Mike said, "Let me," and took over.

     Mike squirted a glob of lotion onto the center of
Jesse's back, making him cringe a bit from the cold. Then
his hands - soft, warm, probing - rubbed him all over, from
nape of neck to the top of his shorts.  The rubbing was
slow, careful, and Jesse didn't want it to stop.  He could
hear Mike breathing rapidly behind him, and realized he was
gasping a bit himself. "So," Mike asked in that unnaturally
high voice again, "did you burn your butt yesterday?"

     Jesse laughed a little.  "Not too bad."  He took a
breath, getting up the nerve for the next line.  "Wanna
see?"

     "Sure," Mike said with a chuckle.  Jesse turned to face
him, untied his boardshorts and slid them down his belly
until they hung at the top of his pubic hair.  In back they
rode on the upper edge of his buttocks.

     He pulled one side down a bit further, showing Mike the
point of his right hip.  "See, not too bad.  No big deal."

     Mike reached out with one finger and pushed into the
soft skin on his hip, watching the color return as he
withdrew his fingertip.  "You gotta slather up if we go
naked here today."

  Jesse smiled.  "Ya, I will."  He held up the
lotion bottle.  "Want me to do you?"

     "Sure."  Jesse stepped behind Mike, looking at his
smooth and subtly muscled back, the V of his shoulders
descending to his waist and into his shorts.  He gulped in
some extra air, squirted him square with the lotion ("Shit
that's cold!!"  "Payback dude, you did it to me.") and began
rubbing it in.

     Mike's back was soft, even with his swimmer's muscles
beneath.  The skin was velvety, tan, supple under Jesse's
fingers.  He rubbed the base of his neck, and Mike's head
lolled forward a bit, as if getting a massage.  His hands
slid lower, feeling the lines of rib and spine, the softness
below the ribs, the waist. He slid Mike's boardshorts down
almost to his crack without being fully conscious of it,
caressing the tight muscles of his torso base, the swelling
toward his buttocks.  He was hard as a rock, his breathing
ragged.  His hands slid around Mike's sides, onto his belly,
and came to rest.

 For a minute, neither moved.  Then Mike slowly
leaned back into Jesse, his head resting on Jesse's
shoulder.  "That felt good," he murmured, his dark hair
tickling Jesse's throat.  "You should earn a living
doing massages."  Mike's butt touched Jesse's tented-out
shorts, and slowly pressed back against them. Jesse's hands
slid a bit further around his friend. Mike inhaled sharply
through his nose.  "Shit dude, you use the whole friggin
bottle of Axe?"

     Jesse giggled and broke away, embarrassed.  "Not the
whole bottle, no," he answered, thinking how nice Mike's
hair had smelled.  "Just a splash and all."

     "And all."

     "Sorry."

     Mike stepped towards him, a quiet smile on his lips.
"I didn't say it wasn't nice."  He stepped very close, their
breathing and the world stopped, and he kissed him.  Like
before, it was a brushing, gentle kiss that lasted only a
second or two.  Jesse opened his eyes back up to see Mike
still smiling, hovering just out of reach.  This time it was
Jesse who moved forward, brushing his lips more lingeringly
against Mike's, and they both breathed in each other's odor.
The last time they moved together, lips, arms and bodies,
into a slow deepening embrace.

     Jesse was conscious of so many more specific sensations
this time - the texture of Mike's tongue against his, the
tiny bit of fuzziness on Mike's upper lip, the roughness of
his fingertips as they ran over his back, the furnace warmth
of their chests together. Their hips moved against each
other, pressing their erections sideways in their partially
dropped boardshorts.  Jesse's hand ran through Mike's hair,
releasing a faint intoxicating aroma.  He whimpered a
little, and Mike responded by kissing him even deeper.
Jesse's legs felt weak now, shaking, and he pulled back.
"Dude, I gotta lie down."

     "Me too."  They stepped over to their towels, looked at
each other a second, and by silent agreement pushed their
boardshorts down to their ankles, stepping out of them onto
the towels.  They looked at each other's nakedness - the
line of thigh and hip muscles, the tautness of pale bellies,
their cocks.  Jesse reached out slowly and took Mike's in
hand, marveling at its strange combination of soft skin and
steely hard tissue beneath.  It felt incredibly warm.  His
hand moved over it, up and down, caressing, and Mike
groaned.  Jesse smiled at the notion that he could make him
react like that, and moved his hand faster.  Mike leaned
into him, a hand on his shoulder, and grabbed Jesse's cock
in turn. "Shit," Jesse muttered as the feelings shot through
him.  So that was why Mike was so intense. Their lips met
again, moaning into each other's mouths, until they both
flopped down onto the towels at once.

     They intertwined there, kissing and stroking each
other, discovering how to give and receive pleasure. Mike's
first contact with one of Jesse's nipples sent Jesse into a
spasm; Jesse found Mike's balls extremely sensitive.  They
rolled about with each other, exploring their bodies,
learning their feelings.

Jesse lay beneath Mike, kissing his chest.  He looked
down and saw Mike's cock rubbing against his belly, above
his navel.  He was filled with a new desire, and slid lower,
kissing the bare torso above him. As he did, Mike's cock
slid further up his body, leaving a trail of clear liquid
behind.  Soon Jesse was kissing Mike's belly, and the
erection was sliding along his throat.  He took hold of it,
looked down again at it, and nuzzled it against his
cheek.  Mike lifted up a bit to give Jesse access, and
groaned. Jesse looked intently at the end of Mike's cock, at
the drops sliding out and down the shaft, at the vein
pulsing along the left side.  He was terrified and
exhilarated at the same time:  Oh shit, what am I doing vied
with Oh God, give it to me.

     Then he leaned up a bit and took the head of Mike's
cock into his mouth.  It was warm, soft, and already wet.
He tasted the fluid, decided he liked it.  Mike was gasping
for breath:  "Oh shit, Jes, what're you doing?"

       Jesse looked up at his flushed face and smiled.
"What d'you think, asshole?"  They both giggled a moment,
but that faded when Jesse took him back into his mouth, more
deeply this time, his tongue sliding over the length of
Mike's shaft and pressing under the head.  Mike gasped and
his hips thrust forward. Jesse felt himself about to gag and
pulled his head away.  "Take it easy, dude, I don't wanna
puke."

     Mike was mortified.  "Sorry.  You OK?"

     "Ya, just don't gag me too much OK?"

     "K.  Um, be careful of your teeth too, OK?"

     Jesse laughed and made an elaborate chomping sound in
the direction of Mike's cock.  Mike laughed, pulled away a
moment.  But he came back, whispering, "Please do that
again, Jes.  It feels so good."  And Jesse obliged, his hand
sliding around Mike's hips as he started sucking in earnest.
He found that by pretending to swallow he could take more of
Mike's length into his mouth, and he extended his head back,
opening his throat further.  His hands gripped Mike's cheeks
now, caressing his crack, which made Mike jerk even more
violently.  "Oh shit, Jes," Mike whispered, surrendering to
the feelings, and they moved together, Jesse's nose nestling
into Mike's pubic hair with each stroke, the pale belly
pressing against his face again and again as he thrust,
until Mike's movement sped up and he began shaking.  "Gonna
come dude," he grunted, and Jesse wondered for an instant
what to do.

     Before Jesse could make up his mind, Mike shoved
himself deep into his mouth, making Jesse's eyes water, and
came.  Jesse felt jets of fluid hitting the back of his
throat, he swallowed instinctively to keep himself from
choking, Mike was whinnying high and clear with each spasm,
and the spurts kept coming and coming.  Finally, Mike sagged
forward, his belly and chest heaving, and he rolled off
Jesse onto the towel, struggling to catch his breath.  He
leaked semen across Jesse's face as he moved away.

     Jesse swallowed one more time and ran his tongue around
the corners of his mouth.  The taste was salty, musky,
thick.  He decided he liked it - a lot.  He lay on his back,
staring upward at the thinning clouds, the sun now visible
as a faint veiled disc.  He wanted to stop everything right
where it was - the clouds, the wind, the ocean breaking
quietly near them, the cries of the seagulls.  He wanted
everything to stay in position so he could take it all in,
remember it forever.  He took a deep breath, and realized he
had a hair stuck somewhere on the middle of his tongue.  He
idly reached into his mouth and picked it off, holding it up
for examination.  It was Mike's, of course - thick, curly,
almost black.  He chuckled to himself.

"Oh Christ, Jes," Mike whispered, rolling over to
embrace him.  "What'd you do to me?"

     Jesse looked over.  Mike's eyes were hooded in deep
repose, he was smiling stupidly.  His long lashes cast tiny
shadows onto the tops of his cheekbones.  Jesse was seized
with deep feeling, and he pulled Mike into an embrace.  "I
just sucked you off, of course," he whispered, and kissed
him.  Mike's tongue shot into Jesse's mouth, seeking the
taste of his own semen.  Mike's hands caressed him gently.

It was when Jesse moved his hips against Mike that he
realized how hard he still was - the touch of Mike's skin
against his erection made him shudder.  "Oh man," he
whispered, more to himself than anything else, "I am sooo
hard."

Mike looked up.  "Aw shit, Jes, I'm sorry.  I - I
didn't mean to be - like I thought you'd - "

"It's OK," Jesse laughed, amused at Mike's concern.  "I
had a great time too."

     "Yeah, but - "  Mike smiled at him devilishly.  "I owe
you, right?"

Jesse laughed aloud.  "Sure, I guess.  If you want."

     "Oh yeah, I want."  Mike rolled Jesse onto his back and
kissed him, first on the lips, then the throat, working his
way slowly down Jesse's body as Jesse had done for him.  The
feelings were indescribable for Jesse, and he squirmed and
bucked wherever Mike's lips and tongue touched him.  "Fer
Chrissake, Jes, hold still," Mike giggled, looking up from
just below Jesse's ribs.  "You'll break my friggin' nose."

     "Sorry," Jesse panted, spreading his legs more so Mike
could slide downwards easier.  He propped himself up on his
elbows and watched, his eyes scrunched up from the intensity
of the feeling, as Mike kissed his way down his lower belly
and took his cock in his hand.  He looked closely at the the
head.  "You're already all wet," he observed.

     "Yeah, I sort of leak.  So did you," he added quickly,
not wanting it to seem weird.

     "No, I know."  Mike ran a fingertip along Jesse's slit,
gathering a large drop of the fluid, and tasted it.  "It
doesn't really taste like anything."

     "No, it - it's pretty cool though.  All of it."

     "I know." Mike dropped his head for a moment so his
forehead rested on Jesse's pubic hair, his cheek against
Jesse's cock.  "You smell good," he whispered.  "I didn't
think it'd smell so good."

     Jesse nodded.  "You smell really good too - down
there."

     Mike looked up at him and smiled.  "Well, here goes,"
he said, and he licked the underside of Jesse's cock from
the base all the way up to its swollen head, slowly.
Jesse's face tightened, he struggled to keep his head up to
watch.  "Oh Christ," he groaned.

     Mike stopped and smiled again at him.  "Told ya."  Then
he lowered his head and carefully took Jesse's cock into his
mouth, and Jesse dropped back onto the towels with a gasp
and lost all control.

     He knew that he moaned loudly, whimpered, cried out.
He knew that his body writhed beneath Mike, his hips seeming
to obey their own physical laws.  He knew his eyes lost
their focus, and his breathing became labored.  His hand
fell onto Mike's head and tangled in his hair.  How long he
lasted he couldn't tell; it seemed endless and yet far too
short.  His body began to tighten, coiling, his shoulders
lifted up off the towels.  "Oh God Mike I'm - I'm gonna -"
and an approving groan from Mike sent vibrations through his
loins, adding to the feelings, as he would up and exploded
with his orgasm.  He vaguely heard Mike gulping as he
shuddered again and again, feeling like his whole insides
were coming out of him through his cock.  It was pleasure to
such a level that it became painful, he begged for it to
stop but it wouldn't, he spasmed and spasmed until he lost
all strength and fell limp on his back, his cries slowly
diminishing as he drifted off for a time.

     It was a minute, or maybe an hour later, when Mike
climbed up atop him and Jesse opened his eyes.  Mike was a
mess.  His hair was hopelessly tousled, there were blotches
of semen in it and about his face, with a fairly significant
drool running from one corner of his mouth down his chin and
throat.  Jesse squinted his eyes to see more clearly against
the glare of the thinning clouds above Mike's head, and
started to laugh.  "What?"  Mike asked.  "What?"  This only
made Jesse laugh harder, his head back, roaring with
triumphal glee.

     Mike started to laugh too.  "Asshole!"  he cried, and
dug at Jesse's ribs.  They started wrestling around for a
few seconds, but Jesse was in no shape for such activity.
Mike quickly pinned him, arms above his head.  "Now what the
fuck are you laughing at??"

     "I love you," Jesse said before he had any idea what to
say, and then he was kissing Mike, taking the blotches off
his cheeks and chin with his lips, his tongue, sharing his
own taste with him as they rolled now in a different sort of
contest.  They both became smeared with come, its taste and
smell seemed to be everywhere, and Mike hardened against
Jesse's stomach.

     They finally came to rest on their sides, their kiss
trailing off into soft sweeps of lips against each other.
They looked at each other with crookedly happy smiles. Their
movements and breathing slowed.

     "So," Jesse asked quietly, his face suddenly serious.
"Does this mean we're faggots now?"