Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 19:38:32 +0000
From: rich h <palouse1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Seal Rocks Part 6

     Thanks to those who've written about this series;
you've all been more than kind.  I welcome all such comments
and suggestions.
     As said before, this is entirely a work of fiction.  I
ground it in real places just to give it a local flavor;
please don't read anything into my mentioning those places.
All rights are reserved as per Nifty's user agreement.


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     "Hi honey," Jesse's mom's voice tinkled from the
kitchen as he walked slowly in the door.  She appeared a
moment later, changed into casual clothes and visibly
relaxed.  "You look like it's been a long day."

     It had been.  The ride up the hill, after all Jesse had
done that day, had exhausted him.  He felt like he could
sleep through till tomorrow right then and there.  He
managed a wan smile back at his mother.  "So Mike's gonna
check on us sleeping over at his place - give you and Dad
some down time."  And keep me away from the bastard, he
thought.

    "I know.  Mike's mom called a few minutes ago.  It's
all set.  I can take you down around 7:30 or you can bike
there if you like."

     Jesse sighed.  "I'm pretty beat, Mom.  Would you mind?"

     His mother laughed easily.  "Of course not.  Why don't
you get a Coke and sit in the Jacuzzi a little - the breeze
out back is so nice off the water this afternoon.  I promise
to wake you up before you're a prune."

     Jesse grinned sleepily and complied, dragging his beach
towel with him out past the narrow back lawn to the edge of
the hillside.  There, with a low glass wall partially
shielding it from the wind, was a six person Jacuzzi half
sunk in the ground.  His mother had already turned it on,
and it was bubbling and steaming enticingly as he approached
it.  Tina bounded toward him, barking.  He smiled and waved
her away.  "You'll get the filter all clogged again, Tina,
and Dad'll be pissed.  You remember how pissed Dad gets?"

     At the mention of his father, Tina quieted immediately,
almost cowering.  Jesse, one step into the hot water, looked
back at her.  "It's OK, Teen, I won't let him hit you.
C'mere."  He held out his hand as he sank into a sitting
position, wincing at the sting of the hot water on his skin.
Poach away the sunburn, he thought.  Tina approached
carefully and started licking his outstretched hand.  Jesse
smiled and rubbed her head absently, feeling the water relax
him.  He really could pass out in here and wind up a prune.
A poached prune.  He leaned closer to Tina, and she began
licking his face.

     "Jesse!!  Keep that damn dog out of the Jacuzzi!!"  His
dad was home.  He strode from the back slider door towards
Jesse, still in his dress shirt and tie.  "If she gets in
there again - "

      "Dad, relax, I won't let her in here.  We're just
saying hi and all."  Tina was on her belly, shaking
slightly.

     His father was a big man - 6'4", 245, and not fat -
just strong.  An ex-Marine, not unusual in this town:  it
was, after all, right next to Camp Pendleton.  He glowered
over them a moment, considering the situation.  "Well, just
keep here the hell out of there.  Put the cover on as SOON
as you're done, you hear?"  He turned to go back into the
house.  "God-damned water dog, shedding all the time" he
muttered.

     Tina was so overjoyed at this departure that she lost
all composure, running about the yard barking uncontrollably
for about a minute after the slider closed, and finally
running to Jesse and landing front feet first in the Jacuzzi
next to him for a major lick of his face.  "Shit, Tina!!"
Jesse cried, lifting her frantically out of the water.
"You'll get us both killed!!"  He held Tina at arm's length
by her collar until she calmed down and laid against the two
steps leading up to the tub.

     Jesse started idly out from the Jacuzzi through the
glass at the ocean below.  The pier was barely visible on
his right, and the houses atop the last ridge above the
beach defined the last bluff along the coast, past Lost
Winds and Rivvi and the State Park, all the way down to the
point where Casa Pacifica, the old Nixon mansion, stood.
Seal Rocks lay offshore, the lower southern portions now
awash with the incoming tide.  Some trick of the afternoon
light made the breakers seem to glint greenish as they
rolled over the smaller rocks, while the main gun turretlike
formation stood firm, the waves smashing foamy white around
it but only sending their spray onto its top.  He imagined
the seals lolling about on the top of that rock amid the
mussel shells and crabs, probably as sleepy as he was,
trying to recover energy for a long night ahead.  His head
nodded, and his Coke can tipped slowly over in his hand,
spilling over the coping and some into the tub.

     "Jesse!  Are spilling your God-damned soda into the
Jacuzzi again?!"  His dad was marching out towards him
again, now wearing precisely pressed khaki shorts and a
garish aloha shirt, none of which gave him the least air of
informality.  Jesse jerked awake and yanked the can back
upright, trying to hide the evidence as best he could.  It
didn't work.  His father was upon him before he could douse
the coping with water.  "God damn it!!  You know how many
God damned ants we're going to get around here now??"  He
tore the can from his son's hand and flung it over the fence
and down into the arroyo.  "When the HELL are you going to
get any sense?"  His right hand clipped Jesse on top of his
head.

     "Stop it!   I'm not your punching bag!"  Tina had fled
to the far end of the yard, under a small lemon tree.

    "You have GOT to learn some responsibility, damn it,
and if this is the only way I can get you to do it - "

     "Walter, that's enough."  His mother's voice was very
quiet.  She stood at the slider, grim faced.  It always
amazed Jesse how much authority her voice could carry
without being loud.  His father turned, regarded her for a
moment, then started back into the house.

     "Get some of those staked ant traps from the garage
when you get out and put them around the tub," he directed
over his shoulder as he vanished back into the living room.

     Jesse's mother stood, looking at him, a soft smile on
her face.  "He just had a terrible day, honey.  It's all
right."

    It was all Jesse could do not to ask:  As opposed to
what other day?  But he knew his mother loved him, always
would, and there was nothing Jesse could do to make her see
how abused he felt.  He was his father's great
disappointment, and always would be.  He smiled back at her,
quietly, nodded, and looked down at where the water-thinned
puddle of Coke lay on the plastic coping.  " `S OK.  I'll
clean up now."

     Tina helped him pound the ant traps into the dirt
around the back side of the Jacuzzi tub, then accompanied
him back into his room, settling comfortably on his bed to
watch over him as he showered.  He took a long time, washing
carefully, especially around his ass.  It didn't feel sore
or hurt now, just slightly tingly whenever he ran his soapy
fingers over it.  Curious, he pushed one in a bit.  It did
nothing for him erotically.  He frowned a bit, washed some
more, then turned the spigot to cool and sat on the narrow
ledge at the stall's back to let the water sprinkle over
him.

    When he walked back into his bedroom, Tina was on her
back, legs splayed upwards toward the ceiling, head to one
side.  He laughed, saw her tail move once, and called, "Hey
dead dog."  She rolled over and looked at him eagerly.  This
was usually a signal for play.  But Jesse was too whipped to
fool around with her right then.  He flopped down next to
her on his stomach, leaving his towel on the floor, and
bunched a pillow under his head.  "You a good girl today,
Teen?"

    In response, Tina started licking his right side.  He
smiled and tensed up, trying to resist the tickle.  Her
tongue was very good at its job, however, and within a
minute he had to roll away.  "C'mon Tina, don't.  Play
fair."  The dog's eyes lit up, and she nuzzled in under his
chin with a low grunting growl that served as talking for
her.  He held her there, scratching under her chin, and
dozed off.

     The sunset was streaming orange light into his room
when his mother knocked.  "You ready to go, Jesse?"

     He sat up, rubbing his eyes, as she started to turn the
door handle.  "No, MOM! Hang on, gimme a second here.  I  uh
- I fell asleep and all."

    The handle turned back.  "OK, just hurry up - we said
7:30, I don't want to be late."

     "It's cool, Mom, be right there."  He grabbed a Rocky's
shirt from a drawer, pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and
shorts, rummaged under his bed for a second before finding
his Rainbows.  He grabbed his toothbrush, comb, and
deodorant from the bathroom and threw them into a knapsack
along with his Axe and his Ipod.  Tina sat on the bed,
watching intently.  When he opened the door and started
walking down the hall, she followed him with a soft whimper.

     "It's just for tonight Tina.  You guard the house and
we'll hit the beach tomorrow, OK?"  The dog lit up again and
barked.

     "Keep that dog quiet!"  his father shouted from the
den.  Jesse walked into the room to see him in his recliner,
facing the TV, where Bill O'Reilly was purple-faced, yelling
at some woman.

     Jesse shook his head.  "Why do you watch that jerk,
Dad?"

     His dad waved a hand dismissively, without turning from
the screen.  "This man doesn't take guff from those damn
liberal idiots," he said.

     "Dad, he's an asshole."

     Now his father turned.  "No swearing in this house,
Jesse, you know that.  You're still a boy, whatever you
think."

     Jesse turned toward the garage, head down.  "Yes, sir.
See you tomorrow."

    His dad had already turned back to the screen.  "Give
my best to Mike's parents," he said absently, leaning
forward to catch up with the stream of invective.

     Jesse was dead silent as his mother drove down the
hill.  His mother made up for him, chatting on about her
plans to have their cousins and aunts and uncles over that
Saturday to celebrate her father's birthday.  "Not everyone
gets to 87, you know, especially not in the shape Grand dad
is in," she said with more than a hint of pride.  Jesse
smiled.  He loved his grandfather, and not just because he'd
given him his old beach chair - a rusty blue-canvassed relic
that Jesse regarded as cooler than any of the cup-holder
encrusted plastic crap from Costco that most of his friends
had.  He knew his grandfather would grill him on his surfing
- he'd surfed for decades all up and down the coast in LA
and OC - and though he was circumspect enough to stay on
shore now except in the mildest of conditions, his sense of
history had always enthralled Jesse.  Grand dad should talk
to Mike about all the breaks up north he was just at, he
thought.  Then the idea of anyone in his family speaking to
Mike suddenly became vaguely threatening, and he shoved that
thought aside.

    They stopped at Pedro's  and drove through to get two
quesadillas - "This'll tide you boys through till
dinnertime," his mother said with a wink - and crossed the
freeway toward Mike's house.  The sun was down now, and the
long summer twilight lent an exotic air to the narrow
streets with their broad-leafed palms and bird of paradise
plants shading the front yards.

     Mike's parents' place was one of the most shaded, with
thick palm trees - bushes, really, given their height
shielding the front of the house from the street, and a
carpet of bougainvillea covering the latticed porch.
Walking through the yard in the deepening twilight, with
accent lights playing on the shifting fronds, always made
Jesse feel he was stepping into another world.  The effect
was even more pronounced tonight - he knew what was to come,
and the thought of it had his breathing shallow and his
genitals tingling.

     Mike's mom answered the door with a wide grin and
embraces for Jesse and his mother.  She was in a long
Mexican house dress that accentuated her still-slender
figure, and her black hair was piled carelessly into a knot
atop her head.  It was hard to believe she was 54.  "I have
so missed you around here, Jesse!" she cried, pulling him
into the entry hall.  The house was dimly lit in front, with
only a few lamps shining against the red tiled floor.  Jesse
could se the usual traces of sand in the grouting.  Chica,
Mike's family's ancient Manx cat, trotted in for an
obligatory rub against Jesse's leg, hoping for a head
scratch that of course came immediately.  The two mothers
chatted animatedly about something or other while Jesse
stood apart, idly rubbing behind Chica's ears.  He was
waiting for Mike to show up . . .

     "Oh Jesse, I forgot - Mike went with his Dad to get the
pizza.  We decided on La Rocco's instead, will that be all
right?"

     Jesse nodded.  "Sure, that's great."  The combined
wattage of his mother and Jesse's, when they were together,
always intimidated him somehow.

    "Great.  Why don't you put your things back in Mike's
room and make yourself comfortable.  You know where
everything is by now," she added with a warm smile.

     "Thanks.  See ya, Mom."

    "Not so fast, young man!" his mother exclaimed.  She
held her arms open.  "Come here now, pay the rent."

     "Mom," Jesse groaned.  Public displays of parental
affection were not among his top ten things on earth.

    His mother just waggled her fingers at him.  "C'mon,"
she smiled.  Jesse reluctantly stepped over to her,
conscious of Mike's mother beaming at the two of them the
whole time.  His mother hugged him, running her hands over
his back.  "Have fun, OK?  Behave."

     Jesse smiled lopsidedly as he pulled back.  "Aw Mom, I
was gonna torch the place tonight, too.  You always spoil
things."  Both women laughed and shook their heads as Jesse
ambled down the hall, knapsack slung over his shoulder.

     Mike's computer was on, the screen saver waving across
it in random colored lines.  Jesse moved the mouse a little,
glancing back down the hall, but all that came up was the
Abercrombie website - some end of season shirt clearance
thing.  He put his toiletries in Mike's bathroom, tossed his
spare clothes on top of the dresser, and flopped on the bed,
yawning.  He was still tired, even with his anticipation.
He munched on his quesadilla, and drifted off into a light
sleep.

     He didn't hear Mike arrive until he deliberately
slammed his bedroom door, shouting "Dude!" at the same time.
Jesse jerked upwards, eyes wide, to see Mike dissolving in
laughter.

     "You should've seen that!!"  Mike said between giggles.
"You were like so out of it - all open mouthed - "  he
mimicked a snoring face - "and shit."

       "Don't do that shit, man, I almost wet myself."

     This didn't have the intended scolding effect; Mike
just started laughing harder.  "So I gotta get like closer
next time and really freak you out, huh?"

     "You do and I'll murder your skinny ass," Jesse said
with false menace in his voice.  He was starting to laugh,
too.

     Mike stepped over and sat next to him on the bed.  His
smiled faded to a softer, far more attractive shy one.
"Hey," he said simply, looking into Jesse's eyes.  "This is
cool, I'm glad you could make it."

    Jesse smiled, lightly tossing his hair back from his
eyes.  "Me too."

     "You OK?"

     "Yeah, you?"

     Mike nodded, grinning sheepishly.  "Oh yeah I'm great.
I just - I was worried you - "

     "Mike.  I'm fine."  Jesse put a hand on the back of
Mike's head, his finger slowly entwining in his hair, and
pulled him over.  They kissed softly, quietly, reassuringly.
When they laid down together it was just for comfort, to
kiss and touch each other.  Their erections seemed almost an
afterthought.  After a couple of minutes, Jesse broke away
enough to whisper, "So is the pizza here?  I got you a
quesadilla," he added, gesturing toward the bag next to the
computer.

     Mike nodded, his eyes flashing.  "It'll be there," he
answered, moving back in to kiss Jesse under his jaw.  Jesse
groaned slightly, feeling really aroused now.

     "Dude, we gotta get some `za.  Your parents will
wonder.  We like always attack the `za when it gets here."

     Mike lifted his head to look at Jesse, his eyes soft in
the dim light.  "I guess," he sighed.  "But we gotta calm
down a bit first."  He nodded down to where both their
shorts were tented outwards.  The sight made them giggle
again, and that was enough of a mood break for them to
soften sufficiently to walk out of the room without
embarrassment.

     Mike's parents were in the family room, on a long
couch, with pizza on paper plates, casually entwined with
each other like only longtime lovers can be.  "We were
wondering what was keeping you guys," his father said.  He
was very tall and lanky, every bit the former volleyball
player who still played pickup on the beach on weekends.
His brown hair had natural streaks of blond
from the sun, and it seemed eternally
tousled.

"I was showing Jes some Abercrombie stuff - sale
stuff."

"None of their magazine, I hope," he father said
teasingly.

Both boys laughed.  "Naw Dad, I'm not into soft core
stuff.  I need the real raunch, you know?"

     Mike's mother feigned shock and horror at this
remark, while his father just laughed.  Jesse stood
somewhat aside and watched, as he always did.  The
thought of speaking like that to his parents was such a
fantasy . . .

"OK porn connoisseur, the pizza's in the kitchen.
Leave some of the Brooklyn Special for Mom and me?"

     "Sure Dad.  Can we just take the pepperoni into my
room with some Coke?"  His father nodded, his mouth
full of pizza.  "Thanks."

     They settled in quickly, putting down the entire
pizza in remarkably little time.  Jesse felt his energy
returning as he ate.  They said little while they
wolfed down the pizza, just occasionally nodding to
each other over how good it was.  When the box was
empty (which took amazingly little time), Mike slipped
back out to the kitchen and returned with the remainder
of the second pie.  "I even asked permission," he
giggled, tossing the box on the floor atop the empty
one, next to where Jesse had propped himself.  "You
want more Coke?"

     "Sure."  Jesse hadn't realized how hungry he was;
Mike parents had eaten only half the second pie, but
the remainder seemed hardly enough to satisfy his
stomach.  He and Mike resumed eating in silence until
the second box was also empty.  They looked at each
other with a slight smile, enjoying the feeling of
being at least relatively full.

"So," Mike said while stretching, "ready for the real
dinner?"

     Jesse laughed.  "No shit, I could eat like five
more.'

Mike stretched again on the floor, his t-shirt riding
up and showing his belly a little as he did so.
"Probably too late to order more, though.  They close
early."

     Jesse nodded.  "You think that's true, that they
close when they run out of dough?"

  Mike shrugged.  "Who knows?  They just close early."
He idly scratched his stomach, Jesse watched as his
fingernails etched momentary light lines on his smooth
skin. "We got Chicken Dinos and shit, you want some of
that?"

"Whatever.  Not a big deal.  Whatever you want."

Mike looked at him, arching an eyebrow.  "Whatever?"
he smiled.

Jesse sat back on his elbows, smiling back.  "Yeah.
Whatever."

Mike rolled over onto his hands and knees and crawled
across to Jesse, straddling his hips.  He leaned down
and they kissed, the taste of pizza sauce heavy in both
their mouths.  "Mmmm, pepperoni," Mike whispered when
they broke a minute or two later.  "My favorite."

Jesse giggled and pushed at him a little.  "Asshole.
You taste like it too."

     "I know.  I didn't say it was bad."  They kissed
again, Mike slowly easing his body down atop Jesse's.
His hips pressed against Jesse, and they both hardened.
"In fact, I think I like it."

Jesse threw one arm around Mike's back, supporting
himself on his left elbow.  "Me too."  His arm started
trembling from the effort of supporting them both, so
he lay back down on the floor, Mike molding atop him.

They kissed for several minutes like this, silently,
their arms and legs languidly moving against each
other, twining and intertwining.  Jesse's hands ran up
beneath Mike's t-shirt, caressing the prominent
shoulder blades and the small knobs of his spine.
Mike's right hand tangled in Jesse's hair.  His tongue
found its way to Jesse's earlobe and down along his jaw
line; Jesse moaned as Mike began kissing the hollow of
his throat.  They had all night, and their activities
of the day had slowed them enough that this would be
far from animalistic lovemaking.  For a while, at
least.

Mike climbed off Jesse after about ten minutes, his
shorts comically pressed outward by his erection and
slightly stained by leakage.  He stepped over to his CD
player and put in a Jack Johnson disc.  As "Better
Together" started playing, he turned.  "Drown out any
noise we might make," he said with a dopey grin.

     Jesse laughed, rolling back on the floor.  "Better
make it like Audioslave or something then."

     "Not in that wild a mood tonight - not now,
anyway. Maybe later."  He sat down at his computer and
turned it on. "Want to see some of the stuff I was
looking at?"  he asked.

Jesse sat up.  "Sure."  His erection had subsided a
little, but he was curious to see how seeing porn might
affect him.

     Mike clicked through various things quickly, and
soon had the oral sex video Jesse had first seen
running.  He sat silent before the screen, with Jesse
leaning over his shoulder.  "This stuff is free
online?"

"I used the card my dad gave me.  I pay the charges
myself out of my allowance and all so it's safe."

The guys were really attractive - tall, lean, smooth,
subtly defined without being overtly muscular.  They
did appear to know and genuinely like each other; they
spoke and smiled while they went at it.  Their cocks,
though, seemed enormous - Jesse wondered if he was some
sort of freak by comparison.  Or maybe they're the
freaks, he thought - geez, some way to be abnormal.

Mike's hand had strayed to his crotch.  "I can't
believe how big these guys are."

     Jesse found his mouth dry when he tried to speak.
"Y you mean their cocks?  Ya, I noticed that too."  One
now was taking the other guy all the way into his
mouth, his nose pressing against the guy's pubic hair.
"I can't imagine how they do that."

Mike laid his head back against Jesse's shoulder.  "I
dunno," he whispered.  "You did all right today."

Jesse put his nose into Mike's hair, smelling the
conditioner he'd used.  "Ya, but you're not as big."

     "Sorry."

     The guy being sucked now took hold of his cock,
pulled it from the other guy's mouth, and with a few
strokes came on the other guy's face and upper chest.
The other guy smiled beatifically at being so showered.
Jesse took a deep breath.  "I didn't say I minded, did
I?  Besides, I'm such a pencil dick, I can't say
anything about anybody else not being like hung or
anything."

     Mike turned his head and looked at Jesse in the
screen's light.  "You are not," he said.  "You - you're
just right."  He smiled.  "I only gagged like twice."

     "Wow, that makes me feel a whole lot better,"
Jesse laughed.  "You shed, y'know.  I was picking hair
out of my mouth after."

Mike laughed loudly.  "OK, this is getting to be too
much info here."  On the screen, the second guy was now
being sucked in turn, the couple pausing every so often
to say something to each other before resuming.  They
fell silent again, watching.  Jesse nuzzled into Mike's
hair, his lips slightly parted.  He found bare skin at
the base of his neck and began kissing it.  Mike
trembled a bit and hooked an arm back behind Jesse's
head, gently holding it.

     The two guys on the screen were now riding bikes,
bare chested, and appearing to have fun together.  They
found an empty spot, dismounted, and began necking.
Jesse's arm snaked around Mike's chest, and he felt the
heartbeat under the t-shirt.  Mike turned his head
towards Jesse, and their lips met in a soft kiss.  As
Mike swiveled slowly towards him in his chair, Jesse
rose and sat on Mike's lap, straddling him.  Their kiss
deepened slowly as the computer screen was forgotten.
Mike's hands roamed under Jesse's shirt, lifting and
removing it.  His mouth found Jesse's right nipple, and
he began licking and sucking on it aggressively.  Jesse
moaned and arched back, his hand in Mike's hair.  Mike
began teasing the swollen bud with his teeth, and Jesse
squirmed even more.  "Oh shit, dude," he whispered,
leaning back forward to bury his face in the hair on
top of Mike's head.  Mike's hands were kneading his
smooth back muscles, up and down, occasionally running
down to his hips to pull Jesse tighter to him.  Jesse's
whole body began to feel weak, as if he had no
independent will except to be manipulated at Mike's
pleasure.

     Mike now shifted slowly across to Jesse's left
nipple, renewing the sensations, and leaving his right
one tingling. Jesse knew he was hard as a rock, but it
seemed secondary to the bursts of feeling he felt from
Mike's tongue, lips, teeth, and hands.  He was groaning
almost constantly now not loudly, but with a helpless
sort of animal pleasure that couldn't be suppressed.
Mike's hand suddenly slid between them, over Jesse's
belly, and down onto his crotch, where he started
rubbing the erection that was pushing up his shorts.
Jesse's groan intensified.  He felt his hips moving
against Mike's cock, trapped under his ass, and Mike
pressing himself up against him.  He longed to be
taken, impaled, penetrated.  Fucked.  He took Mike's
face in his hands, raised it upwards and kissed him
hard.  Mike slid both hands down over the outside of
his buttocks, squeezing and pulling down on the shorts.
Jesse recovered enough self control to stand so Mike
could pull them down, then remove his own shorts.  When
Jesse sat back down on Mike, naked, the slow dance
began in earnest.

As with the second time kissing Mike, Jesse took in
more details of their encounter this time.  He felt the
steely probing of Mike's cock as it sought him out,
then slowly entered him as he lifted himself up a bit
in Mike's lap before lowering himself onto it.  He felt
the initial pain of entry passing as the head slipped
past some barrier inside him, to be replaced by a
feeling of fullness and of being possessed in the most
ultimate way.  He noticed how Mike trembled with each
of their respective movements when inside him, his body
seeming to be barely under his own control.  He felt
the driving thrust of Mike's cock up into him as Mike
moved his hips, and as he lifted and lowered himself
slowly on the spike that held him there.  He listened
to the chair squeak in protest against their movements.
He felt Mike's long moans echo inside his mouth as they
kissed, his head pressing down against Mike's upturned
face.  His body began moving on its own now, in a
series of sinuous bucking moves that rubbed his body
against Mike while driving the cock in and out of him.
His cock was sliding against Mike's belly, slick with
its own secretions. Mike's hands clamped hard on the
sides of his hips, trying to hold them steady as he
began increasing the speed and aggression of his
movements, both bodies responding unconsciously.  Jesse
broke their kiss in a desperate gasp for breath, only
to feel Mike's mouth rundown his throat and upper chest
before settling hard on a nipple.  The combination of
feelings, soreness and stimulation, made him cry aloud
as he clutched at Mike's head.  He was vaguely
conscious of his ass ramming up and down onto Mike's
lap, his body craving more and more until his eyes went
white and blank and it seemed the world exploded in his
head, his chest, his loins, and his ass all at once,
Mike grabbing him tightly and shuddering as he emptied
himself while Jesse writhed impaled and spattered them
both with his own come.

     Mike's face was against Jesse's chest.  He was
panting; Jesse could feel the warm breath against his
skin.  He was slumped over Mike's head and shoulders,
gasping as well, smelling Mike's smell in his hair.
Mike's back was damp with sweat, and Jesse felt a drop
gather on his temple and slide downwards.  Mike's cock
was still hard and inside him; Jesse could feel it
twitch and spasm as if still trying to perform.  He
never wanted to move from the position they were in,
just then.  Never.  Mike's hand slid slowly up his
back, and Jesse groaned, his own body arching slightly
and rocking in reaction.

     "Oh shit, dude," Mike mumbled against his chest,
"don't do that again.  You'll kill me."

     Jesse ran both hands up Mike's back to his head
and caressed.  "I think I'm already dead."  He paused.
"Died and gone to heaven."

"God, Jes," Mike said, lifting his head to look into
Jesse's eyes, "I - I can't tell you - "

"I know.  I felt it too.  I mean," he started to
giggle, "look at me.  I'm a fuckin' noodle here."

     Mike pressed his face back against Jesse's chest,
kissing his left nipple.  As Jesse reflexively
shuddered, Mike whispered, "What a noodle."

Mike began rubbing his face back and forth on Jesse's
chest.  It took several seconds before Jesse realized
that Mike was licking up the come that was there,
spreading it onto his face as he did so.  He sighed and
surrendered himself to the feeling of slowly becoming
slicked over, purring with contentment.  When Mike next
lifted his face to Jesse, it was shiny and moist.
Their kiss brought Jesse the mingled taste of Mike's
saliva, their perspiration, and his semen, and he
reveled in the aroma and the salty tang.

Jesse blearily looked up to the computer screen.  The
image was of a guy alone on a beach, naked, lying on a
blanket.  Another guy, also younger and good looking,
appeared, spoke briefly to the guy lying down, then
stripped and joined him on the blanket.  As they
started sucking each other, Jesse felt Mike stir.  "My
legs are dyin', dude.  We gotta move here."

     "Sorry." Jesse stood up, curious about the image
on the screen.  It seemed vaguely familiar to him.
Sort of like San O, he thought.  Well, if guys fool
around down there I'm sure someone's done a porno
there.  Makes sense.  As he rose, he felt Mike slip out
of him, and he shuddered.
"Damn, I feel all empty now."

     Mike stretched his legs and sighed.  "Not
possible, dude" he breathed.  "You got like eighty
pounds of me shot up in there I think."

     Jesse's legs were wobbly, he sank to his knees
next to Mike.  "Oh God, dude.  I - I feel . . . "

     "What?"

He put his face against Mike's chest, feeling the
perspiration and drools of come there.  "So incredible.
Can't even say.  No words, y'know?"

     "Yeah," Mike said, and they remained in that
embrace for a few minutes, taking comfort in each
other's presence and feel and smell.  Jack Johnson ran
out, and silence filled the dark room.

     Jesse's knees started to hurt.  He stood,
reluctantly, swaying a little.  "I can't even stand up
right, that was so intense," he groaned.

Mike again looked concerned.  "Are you all right?  I
didn't like hurt you or anything?"

     "God no.  I just - I think I came too hard.  Too
much, and all."  He stumbled into the bathroom and sat
on the toilet.  He felt himself eject a bunch of
materials, along with a long embarrassing fart.  After
he wiped himself, he took a curious peek.  At least I
didn't like bleed or anything, he thought.  He washed
himself off with a hand towel, splashed his face, and
regarded himself in the mirror.  His face was blotchy
red, his hair disheveled, his upper chest streaked with
dried saliva and ejaculate.  He giggled at the sight.
"Shit, dude, look what you did to
me."

Mike was in the bathroom at once.  "Are you OK?"

     Jesse laughed.  "Yeah.  I mean look - I'm a
fuckin' wreck."  Then he looked at Mike.  He too had
high reddish patches on his cheekbones, sweat had
plastered his forelocks to his forehead, his chest and
belly had spatter patterns dried all over.  He needed
to grab the doorjamb to keep his balance, he'd risen so
fast.  His cock was slimy looking, still half hard, and
flopping around drunkenly.  Jesse leaned against the
sink, pointed and started laughing silently,
helplessly.  "You look even worse," he finally gasped
out.

     Mike steadied himself and walked up to Jesse.  "No
way. I'm at least standing."  They fell into a clumsy
embrace, exhaling deeply at the renewed feel of their
bodies against each other.  Jesse's hands ran down over
Mike's round, firm buttocks, enjoying the feeling of
their smooth strength. Mike' hips pressed forward, and
Jesse felt the buttocks dimple from the movement.  He
hummed appreciatively and straightened up, tossing his
hair back with a flick of his head.

     "You better clean up," he said.  "Long night,
y'know?"

     Mike smiled, but groaned theatrically.  "Dude, no
more. I can't - "

     "Bullshit," Jesse giggled.  He handed the towel to
Mike and walked back into the bedroom, grabbing an open
Coke and taking a deep swig.  The scene on the computer
screen had changed again, and now the two guys who had
been on the beach - at least Jesse thought they were
the same ones were in a spare white room, in bed,
fucking. Jesse watched their movements now with a kind
of professional appreciation, trying to see small
technical aspects of their lovemaking that he might
learn for himself.  The frequent close-ups of their
joined cock and hole did little to help him in that
department, though it did hold a visceral interest; he
felt himself tingle behind at the sight.

Mike reappeared, wiping his crotch with a bath towel.
He put on another Jack Johnson disc and flopped onto
his bed.  "C'mere," he beckoned.

     Jesse sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand
slowly over Mike's  torso.  "Incredible," he whispered.

     "What?"

"I dunno - everything you know?  I mean all this and
what we've done - and what I want to do," he added with
a sly grin.  "It's like the world all changed or went
inside out or something."  His hand rested on the flat
of Mike's belly, below his navel.  "I can't imagine not
being like this, with you, anymore.  It's like all of a
sudden  . . . "

     Mike smiled, his hand clasped Jesse's at the
wrist.  "I know."  He sighed, his eyes closing for a
couple of minutes while Jesse sat and drank in every
bit of Mike's body.  "I imagined this for a while- I
told you that."

     "Yeah.  Glad you did. It - it must have scared the
shit out of you when you thought of it."

"And some."  Mike looked at him.  "You feel like a
fuckin' freak."

     "Ya, I felt that while you were up north.  Like
what's happened to me, why aren't I normal anymore and
all."  He looked at Mike, worried.  "This is OK, isn't
it?  It's not like sick or anything?"

     Mike shrugged.  "I guess.  Some people`ll say that
stuff. You know, Christians and shit."  He smiled.
"Fuck `em, I like it."  His hand ran up Jesse's arm.
"I like you . . . how you feel, how we feel . . . " he
shook his head. "All that mushy shit."

     Jesse laughed and laid down sideways to Mike, his
head on Mike's belly, looking up at the ceiling.  "Yeah
I feel like saying all sorts of mushy shit too."  He
looked at Mike.  "Let's not, OK?  This is just cool."

Mike nodded.  His hand came to rest on Jesse's head,
and he stroked Jesse's temple.  Jesse felt his eyelids
flutter, then close.  Jack Johnson was singing, "Is
this how it's always going to be?" over and over as he
drifted off to sleep.

     He awoke when Mike sat up to go to the john.  The
music had again run out.  The computer was on screen
saver.  It was very quiet.  He rose and stood by the
open window, the one he'd first looked in and saw Mike
watching porn, and felt the night wind cool in his
hair.  He heard the seals barking our on the Rocks,
arguing or calling for a mate or just announcing their
pleasure at being on a rock on a summer night - Jesse
wasn't sure.  He just knew the noise was a happy one.
Mike was suddenly behind him, wrapping his arms around
his chest.  "Hey, sorry I woke you."

     Jesse smiled, leaned back into the embrace.  " `S
OK," he answered.  It's a nice night.  Seals are
yapping."

     He felt Mike nod.  "They do that a lot.  You hear
it if the wind's right."

     "Cool."  His dream had been erotic and specific,
and he decided to act on it.  He turned, kissed Mike
lightly, then pushed him onto the bed, on his back.
     Mike smiled.  "What's up?"

     Jesse smiled back.  "My turn to get wild."

     "You mean you weren't before?"



     "Different wild.  Just do like I tell you, and no
one gets hurt."  He giggled and knelt over Mike, whose
hands instinctively went to Jesse's hips.  Jesse
started kissing Mike, under his chin, along the line of
his jaw, down into the hollow of his throat.  He felt
Mike shift a little, getting comfortable, his hands now
resting on Jesse's back. He ran his lips along Mike's
collar bone, then down along the outside of his
pectoral muscle, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of his
clean underarm, before moving to his left nipple.  He
sucked slowly at it, teasing at it with his tongue and
teeth, and felt Mike move under him.  A hand went into
his hair, on the back of his neck.  He increased the
pressure of his attack on Mike's nipple, and felt it
engorge to the size of a small pencil eraser.  He
purred with delight and gnawed gently on it with his
teeth, listening to Mike's puffing and groaning.  He
lifted his head to see Mike staring down at him, mouth
open, eyes pleading for more. Smiling, he moved over to
the right nipple, using his right thumb and forefinger
to keep playing with the left.  "Aaawww dude," Mike
whispered, his hand running through his hair. Jesse
giggled a bit and kept at it, running his other hand
now down Mike's side and to his cock, which was swollen
even before he reached it.

     Mike was now breathing and sighing deeply, his
body slowly bucking upwards under Jesse's touch.  Jesse
loved the idea that he could make Mike feel that way.
He slid his mouth off his nipple and down the center of
his chest, past his navel, to nuzzle in his pubic hair,
holding his cock against his right cheek.  Mike's legs
spread open as he started nuzzling and kissing down
along the side of his ballsac, lifting his legs up to
kiss and lick his testicles and the tendon that ran
back from them to his perineum.  But his aim was
farther still.  He pushed Mike's legs up higher,
feeling the smooth hairless skin against his cheeks,
and began licking up behind his perineum into his
crack.  He found his target and danced his tongue over
it.  Mike shuddered.  "Oh God," he muttered, and lifted
his legs up even more.  Jesse pulled back a moment,
regarding where he was and was about to do - a small
voice in his head was asking what the fuck are you
doing, but he already knew the answer:  things he'd
never imagined before.  He plunged forward, his tongue
circling, then penetrating the outer opening.  Mike let
out a long slow groan and moved against his face; Jesse
knew he liked it.  He pressed himself deeper into Mike,
licking and lubricating his way in slowly, his hands
kneading the backs of Mike's thighs.  Mike grabbed his
own legs and opened himself as much as he could, saying
something Jesse couldn't make out.

     His neck was starting to hurt in this position.
He pulled away and dismissed Mike's disappointed groan.
"Just roll over," he reassured him.  Mike did, lifting
himself up on hands and knees, offering himself to
Jesse.  Jesse slid back in and renewed his attack.
Mike wiggled against his face, breathing shallowly now.
Jesse reached for Mike's cock and began stroking it
slowly as he licked and probed. Mike gasped again, and
his wiggling turned slowly to a gentle humping motion,
pushing himself against Jesse's face.

     Jesse slid his right hand in close to his mouth,
rubbing and probing.  He started teasing Mike with a
finger as well as his tongue, and Mike gasped louder.
"Oh shit," he groaned as Jesse slid his index finger
into him, moving his tongue back to his perineum and
balls.  He turned himself beneath MIke so he could suck
him, the movement also driving his finger deeper into
Mike.  "Dude, I - I can't believe - Christ . . ."  Mike
babbled as he licked his way down his shaft.  His left
hand ran back up to Mike's nipple and pinched.  Mike
cried aloud and rolled back onto his back, his legs
wrapping loosely around Jesse's head.  Jesse worked
another finger into Mike as he sucked, conscious of
every movement of hesitation, and then pleasure, that
he made.  Jesse groped to the bedside table and found
the Coppertone he'd noticed there.  Smiling to himself,
he popped it open with his free hand and stroked
himself with a dollop.  Mike was grinding himself up
and down now, Jesse's fingers going deep into him with
each downward push.

     Jesse lifted his head and looked at Mike.  His
hands slid behind Mike's legs and lifted.  Mike smiled
nervously. "You're really gonna do this?"

Jesse paused.  "It's OK, right?  You want me to?"

Mike nodded, his face tight.  "Ya, I think so."  He
hesitated.  "Kinda scared, y'know?"

     Jesse smiled.  "I'm not gonna hurt you, dude.
Just like you told me."  He slid up to Mike's face and
kissed him.  Mike returned the kiss and spread his legs
wide, lifting his hips upward.

     Jesse rose to a kneeling position over Mike, moved
slowly forward, and pushed.  He had no real idea, in
the dark, where he was pushing except in the most
general of terms, so unsurprisingly he was less than
successful.  This quickly became comical, Mike
grumbling, "Dude, turn on the light or something.  I'm
already scared about this, y'know?"

     "Sorry, sorry," Jesse said, flustered.  But then
Mike's hand - warm, soft, strong - reached down and
took hold of him.  Jesse sucked in his breath.

     "You're all slippery," Mike said quietly.  "Good."
And he guided Jesse into place, holding his cock gently
against himself.  "OK, go - slow, right?"

     "Right."  Jesse felt he must be as nervous as
Mike, and worried his anxiety would actually make him
go soft, but Mike's hand on his erection had helped
that.  He pressed slightly forward and felt the bud of
Mike's opening yield to the tip of his cock.  He
pressed a bit more, feeling how intensely tight he was
being clenched by Mike's sphincter muscles.  Mike was
breathing fast and shallow.  As Jesse pushed forward a
little more, Mike grunted as if in pain. Jesse
immediately stopped.  He was shaking from the effort of
what he was trying to do, and from the effort of
holding back from what he wanted to do - to drive into
Mike and take him.  The underside of his cockhead, just
inside Mike, was burning with sensation.  "You OK,
dude?"

Mike nodded, his face set.  "Ya.  OK."  He lifted his
hips up to Jesse a bit more, putting his heels up on
the back of Jesse's thighs.  Jesse pushed a little
more, amazed at the resistance he was encountering.

     Then, suddenly, he was there.  His erection broke
through some barrier of muscle or will or inhibition or
fear, and felt the warmth of Mike's insides.  The
tightness was now around the shaft of his cock,
grabbing and holding him.  Mike's head was thrown back,
and he was crying "Oh, oh, oh . . ."  Jesse put a hand
unsteadily to his face to reassure him, and Mike kissed
it hard.  "Aw God, it's big."

     "Sh -should I stop?" His body was screaming not to
stop, but he pulled himself back a little in an attempt
to make things better for Mike.  The movement made him
dizzy with sensations.  "Oh damn," he groaned, and
involuntarily pushed back forward.  Mike grabbed his
back with both hands and pulled him forward, and Jesse
slowly began to thrust in and out, a little deeper each
time, groaning and gasping along with Mike, until after
a few endless minutes he was pressed all the way in,
his thighs against Mike's buttocks and his pubic hair
tickling Mike by where they were joined.
Their eyes met in the dim light, Jesse's pleading for
permission to continue, scared and demanding at once.
Mike ran his right hand up to Jesse's cheek, and smiled
wanly. "Ya, let's do this.  Now."  He pulled Jesse down
for a kiss, and they began.

     Jesse never forgot a single detail of the next
several minutes.  Every change in Mike's expression -
the fear, the discomfort, the relaxation, the pleasure,
the desire, the release - all stayed with him forever.
He watched Mike respond as he started moving in him in
slow long strokes, careful not to hurt him.  Mike was
making long groaning noises with each stroke, his hands
now grabbing hard at Jesse, now fluttering weakly over
him.  Their bodies found a rhythm and moved together,
gathering speed, until they were driving at each other
powerfully and Jesse was holding on for dear life,
whimpering "God Mike, God Mike" between groans.  Mike
was his - his lover, his fuck, his everything. He owned
him right then, another human being who willingly gave
himself to him.  He possessed the gift and cherished it
even as he took it for his own, kissing anything he
could find as his body slowly rose towards its zenith
and he stiffened and drove himself in so far he thought
he surely would break something, and shuddering he
emptied himself like he'd never done before, his
consciousness and soul seeming to pump out of him in
savage waves that left him sprawled on top of Mike
gasping like a shipwreck survivor clutching at the
shore.

     Mike was still arching under him, crying out "ha -
haha" as he continued his own orgasm long after it
should by all physiological rights have been long past.
His hands clawed at Jesse's ass, trying to pull him
deeper inside. "Jes - Oh God Jes - keep going, please,
God - shit - Oh don' stop dude - can't stop -
Oooooohhhh .  ."  His breath came in great heaving
sighs, his body shaking beneath Jesse. Jesse lifted his
head a little to see Mike's eyes wide, his mouth open.
He covered the mouth with his own, and they rode the
final waves together, cascading down into each other as
the feelings gradually ebbed.

     Jesse was still hard and inside Mike.  He couldn't
believe that was possible.  But it felt so good there,
he wanted to stay.  He inhaled slowly, and the smell of
their mixed sweat and come filled his nostrils.  He
hummed appreciatively.  "What?" Mike asked groggily.

"Smells good.  Feels good.  Wanna stay like this."
Jesse's capacity for speech was not fully recovered.

     Mike grunted his agreement.  "I never thought - it
feels soooo good Jes."  He shifted his hips a little,
and Jesse groaned as the sensations flashed through him
again. "So good."

They kissed for a few minutes, hands gently caressing
each other, hips slowly moving, until Jesse finally
lifted off Mike and slid out.  He looked down at
himself, and saw he was remarkably clean.  Mike
shuddered a moment, then sighed and gave Jesse the
towel.  "Here," he said softly. "That'll do for now."

     Jesse wiped himself off, rolled onto his side, and
slid into Mike's waiting embrace.   They sighed and
squirmed against each other for a minute or two,
finding the most comfortable position that afforded the
most possible contact between their bodies.  Jesse's
face was tucked into the crook of Mike's neck.
     "Mike?"

     "Ya?"

     "I think I did mean it."

     "Huh?"

     "On the beach."



     "What?"

     "I think - I love you."

"Oh, that."  Mike's hand ran over Jesse's shoulder.
"Good."
     "No, I mean I like love you, y'know?"

     Mike nodded slightly.  "I know."



     "Is that OK?  It's not like weird or anything?"

     Mike's hand ran into Jesse's hair as he kissed the top
of Jesse's head.  "No," he breathed, "It's cool."

     The seals barked all night.  Whenever one of the boys
awoke for a moment, the sound was distinct on the light wind
that cooled their bodies.  The faint noise kept up almost
until morning.