Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2008 19:18:16 -0500
From: andyoutwest@live.com
Subject: Asleep on the Beach

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  The people are fictional, and are
not intended to resemble, nor relate to any real individual or individuals.
The plot is fictional, not real.  The inspiration and motivation for this
story resides entirely within the confines of my mind.  Certain incidences
and happenings in my past brought me to the understandings that lead to the
creation of these characters and story.  If you aren't supposed to read
stories about young teenage boys in sexual relationships...don't.  If you
do read this story, I hope it lifts your spirits and is a pleasant retreat
from a rough world.

Please forgive my poor grammar and I hope you can appreciate the style I am
trying to utilize.  I did not wrote this story to be a grammar primer.  It
is intended for the stated purposes I just gave you.  Still, I do try to
correct glaring issues as they tend to be distractful and annoying to the
reader. After all, what good is a story nobody wants to read?  Please let
me know what you think, I welcome all comments...all of them.  I'm a big
boy now, and I can deal with whatever your honest assessments are.  At the
end of the day, I hope more of you appreciate it and find some pleasure and
meaning here.  I'll respond to each comment as quickly as my work will let
me.

Finally, I really want to send my apologies to a dear, dear friend with
whom I have lost contact. Jake, from Brisbane, I love you.  You may have
thought I abandoned you, or forgot you...I could never do either.  I really
want to hear from you if ever you read this story.  Contact me at
andyoutwest@live.com.


Chapter 1
Asleep On the Beach


       He had been lying there for hours.  I know, because I couldn't keep
my eyes off of him.  Obviously, he had fallen to sleep.  I was worried...
horny for sure...but worried too.  He was bound to be sunburned by now.  I
could already see that from this distance, nearly thirty yards.  This kid
came up and lay down on the beach not too long after my friends and I
stopped horsing around in the water and came up on the beach to rest and
eat lunch.

       Jason, my friend since before second grade had already noticed that
I was staring at the boy on the beach.  Jason is the only one who knows
that I am gay.  I told him last year when we started eighth grade.  I just
couldn't hold it back from him anymore.  It was killing me to keep this big
of a secret from him, but I kept it from him because I feared losing a
lifelong friend.  I shouldn't have worried about Jason (I have known him
forever after all), because he took the news in stride.  God, if I'd only
known months before!

       "You don't think I already know that about you, Dufus?" he said.  I
was speechless, and no doubt my facial expression spoke volumes. "I've
known that for as long as I can remember.  Don't worry, if I was going to
hate you today for this, I'd have hated you four years ago.  Remember when
we used to take baths together?  You always popped a boner, remember?"  I
nodded, still muted by this discussion.

       "Well," he continued, "the point is, I have just known a long time,
Liam.  Listen.  I like you.  In fact, I love you.  Just not the way you
love me.  We'll be friends forever, but you are going to have to find
someone else to get your nut with.  Okay."

       If I was embarrassed before, I was a thousand times over when he put
it that way.  I mean, I DO want to do things with Jason, he is sooo hot,
and such a great guy too.  But his friendship means more to me than his
penis ever could.  I mean that.  Hearing what he had to say that day to me
was such a relief, I broke down and started tearing up right in front of
him.  I hate that.  It's so gay...I mean...it's what people think of about
gay kids...that we are all emotional and shit.  But I couldn't help it.  I
was terrified of what he would say for so long, and he just took it all in
stride.  Took it in stride and melted my fears with the warmth of love and
acceptance.  What a friend. Jason.  My friend, Jason – the best.  He
hugged me up and just let me cry it out.  He seemed to know I needed no
words, just a chance to get all this under my belt (no pun intended).

       Okay, let me give you a bit of an idea about what me and Jason look
like, perhaps that will help and this is as good a place as any to get this
over with.  I am 14, just had my birthday a couple of months ago.  I have
kinda long bushy dark brown hair with lots of body, and all the girls tell
me how sexy it is.  Not that I care much what girls think of my hair...all
the same, that's what they tell me.  I have a pretty average build, I
suppose, about 5'-5" and I weigh about 120 pounds.  I'm working on my
six-pack and feel pretty good about how that's coming along.  Baseball and
my skateboard are my primary loves...non sexual loves that is.  So, I keep
pretty fit.  I think my best asset (hmmm...I mean best asset that is on
public display) is my smile.  I have a gift of beautifully straight teeth,
which I brush religiously.  And I'm told that my smile is sort of
mesmerizing.  I find people all the time are sorta out in a trance when we
are talking and I have to bring them back to planet earth.  Oh...killer
blue eyes too!  I love my eyes...I stare at them in the mirror a lot, and
wonder how many people who see them are as in love with them as I am.  Ha!
My eyebrows are dark, like my hair, and seem to perfectly compliment my
look.  I'm not conceited here, just trying to give you a fair idea of what
I look like.  Not the most beautiful boy in the world, but I don't think I
make people throw-up when my back is turned either!

       Now Jason...HE IS gorgeous.  Like me, he has dark brown hair, but he
always keeps it buzzed off in a pretty short haircut.  I normally don't
like that...but on Jason it makes me want to just jump is bones!  God he is
a babe.  Oh, brown eyes.  Yum.  I always wonder if they'd taste good if I
licked them?!  Is that weird?  Well, that's what they make me want to do.
He is a bit slighter build than I, at 5'-4" and about 110 pounds.  Though,
I personally feel his physic is more toned than mine.  I can never quite
catch up to him in this area.  Jason is quiet, not shy, but reserved.  He
is totally confident in himself.  Jason never doubts himself.  If he wants
to do something...he just does it, never fears that he may tackle something
bigger than he can handle...that thought never crosses his mind.  That
attitude is palpable about him, and enhances his sexuality.  He is kind,
always kind, never boastful, or swaggering, never flashy, but always on the
winning side of any endeavor he takes. One last comment about Jason here,
he got his pubic hair really early, I guess he was eleven when he started
growing hair down there.  He even has a beautiful "happy trail".  I
know...I see it all the time during the summer when we play ball and such
together, or ride our bikes or boards.

       I'm mesmerized by that brown patch of hair leading down, down past
his low-riding boxers.  Just hinting at the delicious surprises waiting the
lucky person who unlocks their secret combination to get those damned
shorts and boxers off this boy-god.  *Sigh* (Can you tell I'm a dreamer?)
Trust me.  It kills me that I haven't seen him naked since he started
getting all this hair...well...I did once when we changed clothes after a
particular swimming session and his suit just sorta balled up as he took it
off.  He tried to be quick and he got all tied up in his suit and couldn't
get it to cooperate.  So, I had the perfect opportunity to discover that he
had hair.  I didn't start getting mine for nearly a whole year
afterwards. As you may imagine, just thinking of his "happy-trail" is
enough of a reason to go find a place to jack (something I find myself
doing more and more often these days).

       In fact, I did it this afternoon after we got here.  Jason and the
guys went right away to the changing booths and got their swimsuits on and
headed for the water.  I hung back a little, as I always popped wood if I
went in with any of them to change over (the rooms here on this end of the
beach could hold two or three guys at once...provided you didn't mind
getting naked in front of other people.  Not that I minded...I actually
LOVED it...too much...but it was embarrassing to actually pop a boner in
front of the guys).  Jason knew I didn't like to be with the other guys in
there, and why...so he usually went with me. He said it didn't bother him
if I perved on him, so long as I didn't try to rape him or something.  Ha!
But, today, he just went in with Ray, so I held back, waiting my turn.
When Jason came out, he was shirtless, and oh god so sexy.  He was
adjusting his drawstring on his suit, pulling it open while trying to tie
it off.  He was having difficulty as he was laughing his ass off at some
lame joke Ray told him inside the changing booth.  Jason stumbled over to
where I was standing, with his suit pulled way out, and down, exposing
himself nearly completely to my watching eyes.  I was speechless.  I licked
my lips, my heart stopped beating...I nearly fainted.

       Jason reached in is suit and readjusted himself, "Damned woody won't
calm down," he said as he looked up into my eyes.  Shit...he caught me
staring...again.  "Look, but don't touch!" he exclaimed and he released his
suit with a pop against his sexy flat belly, and away he ran to the water
and dove in.

       So, you see, I HAD to go inside and...well...since I WAS alone...and
damn hard...and Jason's dick was nearly visible to me in my mind's
eye...that trail of hair led to a beautiful bush of soft downy hairs...I
could imagine how soft they would feel to my touch. I pulled my tee shirt
over my head and quickly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans letting them fall
around my ankles.  My dick was hard as rock, and leaking pre-cum on my
boxers.  With one hand inside my boxers gripping my dick, the other
wrestled the boxers down and I stepped out of both.  Now completely naked,
I sat back on the bench and slowly worked my dick over with my right hand.
My left was busy rubbing over my chest and pinching my nipples.  I imagined
Jason doing this, and that he was the one jacking me off.  Spreading the
pre-cum over my dick head, I increased the pace...feeling that warm
familiar sensation beginning down low in my groin.  I could feel the cum
boiling in my balls and with a loud grunt I exploded all over my chest,
some spilling on my pubes and hand, then down to the floor.  "Ahhh...oh
god...ummm."  Damn.  I hope nobody heard that.

       Quickly, I pulled my board-shorts on (nothing underneath them) and
made my way out to the water with the rest of the guys.  Having just pumped
a load, I figured I could last an hour or so with the guys before I got
into trouble again.

       Now, back to the story developing on the beach...



       So, this afternoon when Jason punched me and nodded the boy's way,
then gave me the "what the hell are you thinking?" look, I knew he'd pegged
me once again.  I just shrugged, with a sheepish grin at being caught.  I
held up my hands to communicate that I got it...I'd stop staring.  I didn't
though.  Jason knew I couldn't stop, because he responded with a "whatever"
shrug and smirk of his own.  So, when the guys (all from our baseball team)
started getting restless and wanted to go home and get ready to hit the
mall later (girl watching to do), I kinda hung back.  Jason came over to
talk with me.

       "Yea, he's been asleep a couple of hours out there," nodding at the
young boy asleep on the beach.  "You gonna go check him out?"

       "Come with me," I pleaded.

       "What?  Are you afraid of a ten year old?" Jason asked
incredulously.

       "No, Dufus," (our favorite name for each other) I slugged HIM in the
arm this time.  "I just don't want to scare him.  Please.  Come help me
check to see if he's okay.  What if something is wrong?  We don't have to
stay all afternoon or nothing."

       "Okay," he said reluctantly, looking back and forth between me, my
new found object of fascination, and our buds scampering up off the beach
headed for the car in which we all rode to the beach.  "But hurry, I want
to catch a ride with Ray" (the only one of our group with a license...and a
car).  We walked the twenty-five yards or so along the beach toward the
kid.  He was lying on his back on what looked like some clothes of some
sort.  He was well developed for a little guy, but even so his muscle tone
could not conceal his youth.  I guessed he was eleven, but Jason thought he
looked ten.  He was wearing a light blue Speedo, with nearly white stripes
sorta blended in...trust me...the stripes wasn't where my eyes were
focusing!

       Approaching the boy, Jason and I separated, with me standing by his
left side, and Jason by his feet.  He was a dream.  Beautiful, that's what
he was, absolutely beautiful.  As I looked down at him, my mind wrestled
with the nuances of thinking a boy as beautiful. I had only heard that word
used in relation to girls and women, never a boy.  But he is...a beautiful
boy.  I noticed a definite stiffing in my board shorts.  If I didn't do
something to get my mind off his sexuality, I'd spring wood for sure.

       I knelt down on one knee and lightly touched him on the shoulder,
"Hey," pausing to see if he would respond.  Slowly he seemed to be coming
aroused from his deep sleep.  I noticed his eyes moving beneath his closed
eyelids.  When they popped open, the most radiant green eyes I've ever seen
seemed to panic and he jumped with a start.

       "Take it easy, Bud," I said in as calming and reassuring voice I
could muster, "we don't mean to scare you.  Are you okay?"

       "Y-y-yeah," he stammered.  His eyes quickly came into focus and he
calmed almost as quickly as he was startled.  He quickly glanced at Jason,
who nodded a silent greeting, with a hint of a knowing smile.  The boy
looked back at me and a smile slowly crept upon his cute face.  His green
eyes were simply mesmerizing, locking me within his entrancement.  I was
lost within the depths of them. "I saw you guys down at the water," he
stated rather matter-of-factly.

       Amazing.  His voice is sexier than his eyes!  He has this husky,
whispery boyish voice.  I can't really explain...it's sooo sexy.  He is
full of intrigue.  I now wished he'd talk even more.  My mind raced with
ways to engage him in conversation, but all my stupid mouth could come up
with was, "Yeah."

       Jason cleared his voice a bit, bringing me back out of la-la land.
Momentarily I shifted eye contact from one to the other of them.  "Look," I
said finally finding my voice and purpose, "you have been asleep a long
time out here and you are getting quite a burn there."  My eyes wandered
over his smooth bare skin.  Up close the burn was worse than I'd imagined
from the distance.  It looked painful already.  I suppose my calling
attention to it made him aware, as he suddenly moved his hand over his
burned torso, but just as quickly jerked his hand away.

       "Ouch," he replied.  "I guess I sorta over did it, didn't I?" he
asked, looking his sore body over from bottom to top.  "I didn't think I'd
burn like this...I'm already tanned."

       "Look, my name is Liam, this is Jason.  We're best friends," I said
with a nod toward Jason.  "We saw you sitting here roasting like a lobster
and decided to come see if you are okay."  I held up my fist for a knuckle
greeting, which he quickly reciprocated.  I wished I'd have offered a
handshake instead, I would love to hold his hand, even if for only a
second.

       "Um," Jason again, "I hate to break up the love fest here, but I
gotta scoot."  My glance was shear fury (or so I hoped).  Jason just
giggled at my consternation, waved and trotted off to join the others.
"You guy's wait up!  I'm riding with you, you bitches!"  Halfway to the
group, Jason turned and waved at me and blew me a kiss, making me blush a
thousand shades of red.

       "Wow, I'd love to have him as a friend," the beauty beside me half
whispered.  I looked at him, but had no answer for him.  He must have
realized that he said that out loud, because he was now a few shades redder
himself.  We looked at one another for quite a few moments.  Some people
would write a stare like this lasted minutes...to me it seemed like eons.
Maybe it was just me, I was a dreamer after all, but we seemed to be having
non-verbal communications here.  I felt like he looked deep into my soul
and knew me instantly, knew my deepest secrets...secret.  I don't know who
broke the gaze first, but too soon, he said, "My name is Lenny."  I was in
love.

       "Cool," I said with a grin.  "Now, what are we gonna do about your
sunburn?  Are you here alone?" Something about the question caused him to
look around as if he was searching for someone in particular. He seemed
distracted, seemed...alone. Head hung low for a few moments, slowly he
turned to me.

       "Yep, I live down the beach about a quarter mile.  We just moved
here from Atlanta.  My Dad has a new job here, but I never see him.  I come
out here to the beach all the time."  He paused for a moment, seemed to be
gathering his thoughts.  "I knew you'd be here today, you guys always come
here after baseball practice."

       I was speechless.  My eyes were fluttering back and forth, my mind
racing.  "Wha...how...??"  I just couldn't seem to formulate an intelligent
sentence.

       He already knew what was going through my head, because he said,
"I've been watching you guys since the beginning of summer.  I always keep
close enough to hear part of your conversation, but I was always to afraid
to ask you if I could join you."  His voice was soft.  Sweet. Innocent.
And oh, God, how sexy.  He was almost whispering.  It was like he was
ashamed.  For what I couldn't even begin to imagine.

       "Dude," I said, "I mean, Lenny, you should not have worried a second
about us...about me, you are beaut..."  I blushed at nearly betraying
myself.  His head tilted a bit and he looked inquisitively.  I know he
picked up on my mistake, but I bumbled on anyway.  "You are always welcome
to join us any time you want.  No invitations necessary."  He smiled
warmly.

       "Deal."  He held his hand out to shake, trembling (or at least I
felt so inside) I took his hand.  Warm, soft.  Who was hanging on too
long...me, or him?  I blushed...again, released his hand and tried to pull
away, but he wouldn't let go.  He was looking me full in the face, an
inquiring look in his eye.

       "What," I asked, re-gripping his hand.  "What's wrong?"  His turn to
blush.

       "Um...I...um," he stammered.

       "Look, whatever it is...it'll be okay.  Just ask.  I'll do anything
for you, answer any question.  What is it, Bud?"

       Smiling now, he said, "This is too cool. Um...no-one's home at my
house...do you live around here?"  I guess I was stunned by this turn of
events because I was slow on the uptake and was trying to calm my response
so I wouldn't scare him away.  He misinterpreted my hesitation for
reluctance, "I'm sorry," he said with fear in his voice. "I don't want to
be a bother to you, this isn't your problem."

       "No!" I exclaimed.  "I'm the one wanting to help, dude."  I could
tell something was troubling him greatly, I just couldn't figure it out.
I'm a dreamer, not a mind reader.

       "I...uh...," he stammered a bit, "thanks.  It's just that..." he
trailed off unable to finish his thought.

       I noticed that even with all this talk and confusion that he seemed
to be springing a boner!  Good news for me!  He was getting aroused just by
being around me, just like me...I was having to adjust my own shorts as
well.  He must have noticed where my eyes were focused, because all of a
sudden he jumped up and darted away!

       Now, I am ashamed to say that I sat dumb-founded for a moment as he
was running down the beach.  I saw his Speedos gather in his crack and
define each cheek in the most seductive way.  I just couldn't comprehend
all that was going on.  Sensory over-load.  I know...it didn't take much to
overload my circuitry...I was a horny 14 year-old, after all.  I actually
remember registering a bit of shame for what I was thinking about doing to
this beautiful, and obviously innocent lad.  What was the matter with me?

       Now, my brain started kicking in, and I realized that he was running
away ...FROM ME!  Oh no!  This just couldn't do.  I sprang to my feet and
sprinted after him.  "Wait!  Lenny, wait up!" I hollered after him.  Being
a couple of years older, it didn't take me long to overtake him.  I reached
out to grab his arm, but he pulled away.  He was sobbing and was obviously
terrified about something.

       Finally, I was able to get around in front of him and got him to
stop the bloody running away.  "WHAT DID I DO?  I'M SORRY!"  I was a bit
winded and was panting.  "Look, whatever it is, I didn't mean to frighten
you Lenny."  He was struggling to get away from me, I could tell he still
wanted to run away.  He couldn't talk to me because he was so upset, and he
wouldn't look at me either.  My mind was racing to figure out what I could
have done to upset him so badly.  So what if he had a boner...I DID TOO!
"Lenny," I tried again, "your...umm...stiffy doesn't bother me..." Bad
idea.

       He jerked away from me, now more upset than ever.  Okay, that didn't
work.  Hmmm.  Damn.  What could I do to make him stop.  Nothing.  That was
it, I realized that whatever was going on here had less to do with me, and
that I wasn't the one who could set things right.  So, I stepped aside to
let him go, releasing the grip I had been struggling to maintain.

       I was bewildered.  I wanted to just draw him close, hold him and let
him cry on my shoulder, but he was soooo burned that wouldn't do even if he
didn't need a good cry. *Sigh* If I wanted any chance of a future dialogue
with this beautiful boy, I had to give him space now.  He realized that I
had given up, and dejectedly he stumbled in the warm sand as he walked
away.  Not running any more, but leaving me just the same.  I wanted to
cry.

       Suddenly my mind raced back to the day I told Jason my darkest
secret...this fit exactly with my own overwhelming feelings that day so
long ago.  Lenny and I had just exchanged a soul-searching stare...I felt
it...felt that he tapped my secret...discovered who I really am.  This is
what he was experiencing, only, I was older, bigger, and he must be afraid
I would beat him up or something.  I mean, he had just admitted to spying
on me and my buds...now he feared the worst...who wouldn't given that
scenario?  I had only one last chance...

       "I'm gay...too," I said softly to his back as he dredged away from
me. I didn't try to make him hear me, I don't know if I wanted him to hear
me.  It just came out of me - it was like an apology, not a statement.

       He slowed, and stopped in his tracks.  Turning to his left to face
me now, he lifted his eyes to look at me through is tears.  "You...you're
wh...what?"  The look on his face was one of disbelief.

       "Look," I said with all the reservation I could muster, "my folks
are at work, won't be in until real late.  You are burnt to a crisp and
need some lotion or something.  Why don't you come with me and let me help
you look after those burns."  It was all I could think to say.  "If you are
thirsty or hungry we could get a snack, or something.  What do you say?"

       Lenny just stood there and began to sob.  I couldn't take it
anymore, so I slowly walked over to him and put my arm around him.  His
back wasn't burned, just his chest and the front of his legs.  I tugged
ever so slightly as if I wanted to pull him into an embrace...to my
amazement, he responded and let me scoop him up in a big guy-hug.  He
sobbed.  Tears fell to my chest where his eyes were buried next to my warm
bare skin.  His arms made their way around my waist as he returned my hug.
"It's gonna be okay, Lenny," I whispered, not knowing if he could really
hear me or not, "It's gonna work out.  You're safe here."

       I let him cry for quite a long time.  My mind kept wandering back to
when Jason did this for me...this is what he must have felt back then...the
overwhelming emotional charge from being able to correctly asses a real
personal crisis and do the right thing (no, I couldn't articulate that
then..I felt it then, but only now can verbalize that feeling).  I was
awed, humbled, and silent.  No doubt, the two of us made quite a spectacle
standing there on the beach like that, embraced so tightly...a small boy
crying into the chest of a larger boy...both shirtless, he in his Speedo,
me in my board-shorts.

       Actually, a man did walk by about then.  He was in his late
twenties, or so I guessed.  He slowed and looked us over pretty carefully,
and had an inquisitive look.  "We're brothers," I said as he neared, "His
dog died," I lied.  The man responded with a knowing nod and kept walking
past us.  I figured we had better not press our luck and slowly turned
Lenny toward my house, and off we headed to what was to become a very
beautiful friendship.


Okay this is the first installment.  I already have five chapters ready,
and expect this to go about seven or eight.  I welcome all comments,a nd
hope you enjoy the story.  Regardless, please let me know what you think.
Andy

andyoutwest@live.com