Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 12:04:52 -0500
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep On the Beach Chapter 13 (Revised)

Writer's Note: If you read Chapter thirteen posted on June 28, 2008, you no
doubt read a very terrible draft rife with errors, typos, and spelling
errors.  My appologies - I submitted the wrong draft to the Nifty
Archivest.  I appologize for the glaring errors and hope you'll re-read
this chapter in it's more aesthetic version.  I have no one to blame but
myself, I appologie, as I DO take your time and loyalty seriously.  Many
thanks to those of you who overlook the errors and still enjoy the story!



Asleep on the Beach

Chapter 13



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	Prologue

	After an afternoon of rest, then of affirmation of affection
between Jason and Liam, we're closer to a family gathering of each of the
boy's parents that is ripe for the possibility of turmoil.  Let's open the
door a crack and peer in at them...shall we?





	Chapter 13


	The rest of the afternoon was a flurry of activity as Mom and Dad
prepared the place for Lenny's Dad, and Jason's folks.  The three of us
boys were busy setting out this thing or the other, cleaning stuff,
arranging things in order, and such like (not that Mom NEEDED any
help...the place is ALWAYS spotless...but you know how Mom's are...).  I
found myself quickly out of energy, and had to sit around a lot.
No...well...okay...SOMETIMES I would take advantage of distress and
wimp-out, but as Jason and Lenny were being troopers about stuff, I REALLY
wanted to be a part.

Dad said it was still the lingering effects of my assault, and the toll the
pain medicine was taking on my system.  Then he proceeded to take advantage
of my "down time" to lecture me about drugs.  He said when you have those
kinds of powerful drugs in your system that you just can't function
normally.  Actually, he used that time to remind me how important it is to
stay away from "illicit" drugs (his words).  I reminded him that I couldn't
even tolerate a cigarette, I sure wouldn't do drugs!  He, in turn, reminded
ME that not very many people SET out to do drugs, or become alcoholics.  He
said that not having a proactive PLAN to stay off that stuff would mean a
greater likelihood I WOULD get involved.  I suppose that made sense, but
still...thoughts of maybe getting my brains fried by drugs wasn't high on
my priority list of BIG concerns just now.  In the back of my mind I wanted
to scream out to him... "I THINK I AM GAY AS A FUCKING PINK BRICK!  I WANT
TO FUCK MY BEST FRIEND! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT A DICK FEELS LIKE WHEN IT
EXPLODES IN MY ASS!"  Somehow I managed to keep my smart mouth shut though,
and let him have his say.

	We have this above ground swimming pool in the back yard.  It's
seriously cool and Dad built it especially for ME!  He's awesome like that.
I know it cost a pretty good deal of money, and took an awful lot of time
to build the decks and all that go with it.  Jason and I helped with nearly
every detail, and we loved every second of it...not as much as we did
SWIMMING in it though!  Sure, we all managed to find ways to go to the
beach, we all loved that too, but it IS the Gulf of Mexico, IS dirty water,
and IS hot most of the summer.  So, having a place here where we have a
bathroom and lots of cold sodas is killer too.

	My point is, I was FORBIDDEN to get my casted arm wet, which meant
I couldn't go into the pool.  Mom said it wasn't fair for Jason and Lenny
to be in there without me, so none of us were going to get to go in as the
adults were eating dinner!  *Good grief* I HAD to think of something...and
quick.

	Finally, a plan popped into my head.  "Mom," I said using my very
best whine tone, "it's NOT fair to keep THEM out of the pool just because I
can't go in!"

	"Look, Honey," she said while cutting up the chilled watermelon,
"why don't you all just stay out here and visit with us tonight?"  GAG!!!
This seriously isn't happening!

	"Mom, why don't you let me call Ray and the guys to come over?
That way Jason and Lenny can have fun in the pool and I can just watch from
the deck?  PLEASSSSE???"  I was doing a pretty good job of begging like a
little kid...that old trick worked more often than not...she tended to be a
bit of a push-over if I acted the age she usually tried to treat me like.

	"Oh, Okay...I suppose..." I erupted into a spontaneous human
jumping--bean, hooped and hollered like I'd just won the lottery.  She
laughed and swatted at me telling me to go make my phone call before she
changed her mind.

	Quickly, I shuffled off to the kitchen to get the phone to call
Ray.  I filled him in on the scoop, and got him to agree to come over and
to bring Daniel and Will.

	"Say, Dude," Ray said just before he hung up, "you know Will may
have to bring his kid bro. too.  Their Old Man makes him take Brant
everywhere...thinks the little dude will keep Will out of trouble."

	"Sure," I said, "shouldn't be a problem.  I won't mention it, so if
he comes Mom's not likely to kick a little kid out of the house or
anything."

	"Great, I'll round up the hoodlums and head over.  We'll be there
in about 45 minutes!"

	This was going to be so cool.  With the whole gang here, none of
the adults were likely to get out of control, we could all get through the
night without a big blow-up.  I knew my folks would not likely push an
issue, or raise a ruckus in front of a whole gaggle of people, and felt
pretty sure Jason's wouldn't either.  I just had no feel for Lenny's Dad,
but I guessed he was cool enough...if Lenny was any indication of his
attitude.

	Sure enough, just under an hour later Ray's car pulled in the
drive.  I was watching out the front window and bounded out to greet them.
Ray and Will were in the front seat, Daniel and Brant piled out of the
back.  Each of them had on normal tee-shirts of differing colors, and swim
trunks.  Only Ray was wearing shoes, because he was driving.  I quickly got
them all headed into the house where the chaos level multiplied four-fold!

	Jason and Lenny came in, I guess they'd heard the ruckus, and soon
all of us were in the living room and each trying to talk over the other.
Five of us were crowded on the couch, and Lenny came over and just jumped
in the air, turning slightly to his left diving across all our laps!  We
all wrestled and tickled and squirmed -- there was lots of name calling
and grabbing and basic bedlam.  It hurt when he landed on me, and when I
twisted around to administer my own share of tickles, but it was a riot!

	Amidst all the confusion, I looked over and there was poor Brant
standing there kinda afraid to join in.  Normally, Will insisted he was
just a tag along and wouldn't let him openly participate in such fracases.
I could tell he wanted to join in but was afraid to rile his big Bro.
Usually, though, Will ignored him if one of the rest of us pulled Brant
into our activities.  He seemed to be cool about it so long as WE were the
ones who initiated Brant's inclusion, and NOT Brant.

	Lenny sat up, pulling away from the gang retaliation he was
receiving for his misdeed, sat fully up on my lap.  Instinctively, I put my
arms around him, pulling him back onto my lap and against my chest.
Everyone else was too busy with their own things to notice what I was
doing, and I made sure to NOT put my hands in his lap, or to touch him
anyway other than any other big kid would a little kid.  I could see red
welts on him from all the tickling and gouging.  His shorts had ridden up
exposing a lot of his thigh, and I couldn't help but rub his bare skin a
couple of time...making a play at pulling his pant-legs down for him.  He
swatted playfully at me...but both of us were enjoing this contact.

	I could feel my nether regions responding to Lenny sitting on my
lap, and I'm certain Lenny knew he was getting a "rise" out of me!  He
started a bit of wiggling with his butt onto my lap, making me go nearly
instantly from a "rise" to a raging boner, much to the delight of the
twelve-year old sitting atop it!

	I looked up and noticed that Brant was starting straight into my
eyes!  OMG.  He knew EXACTLY what Lenny was doing to me!  I tried to get
Lenny's attention in a nonchalant way, but Lenny was having too much fun
tormenting me to pay too much attention.  He thought I was just going to
talk to him about what his butt was doing on my lap...or what my dick was
doing under two layers of thin swimwear.  Finally, I whispered Brant's name
in his ear, causing Lenny to stop moving instantly and look up at Brant.

Lenny's ears sort of turned red at the tops, as I watched him begin to
become embarrassed.  Quickly, Lenny turned his head back to whisper in my
ear.  They had never been formally introduced!

	"Oh!" I said in a hushed tone.  I looked up at Brant, who was still
stuck in place staring intently at now me AND Lenny.  Mind you...Lenny was
still wearing that drop-dead sexy shear cotton shirt that you could see
clear through.  It literally left no doubt of the beautifully tanned and
toned belly and abdomen underneath.  It was a head-turner for ANYONE who
first saw it on a kid -- especially a sexy kid like Lenny.  I had NO
doubt what was capturing young Brant's attention.

	"Hey, Brant," I said nodding past Lenny to Brant, "This is a new
friend me and Jason made a few days ago.  Lenny.  Lenny Sanders."

	"Ummm...H.Hi." is all Brant could muster.  He instantly turned red
as he realized Lenny and I knew he'd been staring at us.  He turned as if
about to scatter like a leave in the wind.  As he did, I noticed a slight
bulge in his swim trunks that seemed a bit larger than what should be
normal.  I nudged Lenny up off my lap and I struggled to get out of the
couch.  No easy feat, as we had one of those soft couches that seemed to
sort of swallow you up.  Usually, I didn't care if it did, I'd just roll
out of it or something.  But, now I needed to get up quick, I was sore all
over, and one-armed.  Lenny laughed at me struggling to get up.

       "Shut up, Dufus!" I cried with my own laughter not so completely
concealed, "give me a hand, will ya?"  I held out my good arm and Lenny
drug me up out of the Venus-fly-trap couch with a big grunt and extra
effort.

	"Come on, let's go catch him," I whispered to Lenny as we re-cooped
from springing free of the couch.  "I think we embarrassed him.  I want to
make sure he's ok," I said quietly to Lenny as we made our way from the
room of still rough-housing boys.

	Lenny pointed at my half deflated boner and giggled.  "You gonna go
past your MOM like that?" he laughed.

	"Shit," I hissed and pulled him around to the vacant kitchen.  I
reached into my shorts and re-adjusted myself.  Lenny just laughed all the
more at me.  He reached over and pulled the front of my shorts out wide
enough for him to stick his head sown to get a better look.

	"Ahh, there are my toys!" he squealed, and started to reach inside
to help himself. I swatted his hand away and sternly, but quietly rebuked
him.  He knew I was not angry and begged for it again.  To stop him I had
to pull him into a bear hug.

	"Okay," I whispered, "stop...and I'll give you PLENTY to play with
later!"

	"Really?" He beamed.  "Sweet.  Okay, but remember, you PROMISED!"
He stepped up on his tip-toes and kissed me right on my lips and giggled at
my reaction.

	I saw a flutter and looked past Lenny, only to see poor, bewildered
Brant slinking away and around the corner again.  Damn.

	"Shit," I said to Lenny again, "not again!"  I pulled away from
Lenny, grabbed him by the hand as I flew past him and we rushed out the
back door chasing the fleeting shadow of Brant. I saw movement around the
corner of the shed past the pool, and hoped it was him.  Steering Lenny
past all the tables, food, and a confused looking Dad, we rushed out to
find Brant.

	He was standing behind the shed, near where the corner met the back
fence.  When Dad built it, he left enough room to slide odd material and
stuff between the shed and fence out of sight.  The roof of the shed
protected stuff back there from rain, and the fence kept the rest
concealed.  There were bricks lining the ground between the shed and the
fence to keep stuff out of the dirt and water.  Currently, there wasn't
anything back there, so it looked like Brant was trying to decide if he
could squeeze between the fence and shed to hid from...us.

	Lenny collided with me as I stopped abruptly upon rounding the
corner, and he couldn't immediately see what I did.  Brant looked totally
mortified and I honestly thought he'd commit Harry-Carey if he had only a
millimeter more space and time.

	"Hey, little Dude," I said softly, but warmly to Brant.  "Are you
okay?"  I walked very slowly and carefully toward him, not wanting to panic
him more, or cause him to run away again.  "I'm sorry `bout back there.
I...we didn't mean to upset you.  Ummm...are y.you mad at me Lil Bro?"

	Brant nodded his head no, but refused to look up at us.  He tried
to turn even further away from us, if that was possible.  By this time, I
had reached him, and tentatively I placed my hand on his shoulder, careful
to not try to force him to turn around.  I just wanted to make friendly
contact with him.  I was quickly trying to figure out how to get him calmed
down, and to understand exactly why he was reacting like this.  The very
LAST thing I needed right now was for him to freak out and go running to
Will telling him he'd seen me and Lenny kissing...and whatever ELSE he
thought he'd seen me and Lenny doing on the couch.  THAT would be disaster
city.  Talk about Forth of July's!  OMG.  This just wasn't turning out like
I'd planned.  This was supposed to be an EASY evening...not a melt down!

	Lenny, ever the out-going type, pushed past me and stepped between
Brant and the fence.  To this day, I have NO idea how he managed it.  He
took Brant by the crook of the arm and drug him away from me like he'd
known him all his life and had come to rescue him from an evil troll
(hmmm...considering this weekend...).  As they walked past me Brant looked
up at me as if to say... "WTF!"  I heard Lenny chime in "I know you, I've
seen you out at the beach.  You are Will's little brother, aren't you?  How
old are you?  I'm twelve...just turned.  When is our birthday?"

	I stood and watched them walk away arm in arm and scratched my head
in a classical "What the hell just happened?" manner.  I shrugged my
shoulder and made my way back from behind the shed.  As I stepped around
the shed, Dad walked up.  Scared the living SHIT out of me!

	"DAD!" I shouted in surprise as we nearly collided and both jumped.
I think my shout scared him more than his presence scared me!

	He grabbed me by the good-armed shoulder to keep me from falling
and laughed as we both got our composure.  "Buddy, are you okay?" he
managed to ask between laughing and man-handling me playfully.

	"Sure," I said.  "We just came to see what was upsetting Brant.  I
think we spooked him with all the horseplay in the house," I lied.  I HATED
lying to Dad, but he just let it pass...I'm sure he knew there was more
going on there than I tried to make it seem.  He was gracious enough to
give me some space about it though.  He glanced over his shoulder at the
two twelve year olds.

	"Looks like they'll be fine now," he said.  Turning back to me, "Go
get all your buds from inside and get them in the pool.  The rest of the
guests (impling the adults), will be here shortly, and Mom and I want to go
freshen up before they do.  Take the boys over to the pool and we'll be out
when it's time to eat and get you all some food."  He pushed me toward the
house and playfully swatted me on the rear end.

	"Liam?" I turned to see what he wanted.

	"You're a good son.  I'm proud of you!"  I blushed.  "Remember to
keep your arm out of the water.  Keep it dry, and I'll wrestle your Mom
when she sees you.  Go have fun!"  He winked at me and I spun to run get
the gang without stopping for him to re-consider.

	I stuck my head in the back door and was about to holler at the
guy's when Mom came around the corner from the kitchen.  "Honey," she said
as she spied me at the door, "you kids are going to have to quiet down!"

	"I know Mom," I said, "I just came in to herd them all outside.
We'll be out here so you and Dad can freshen up."

	"Aww..." she said coming round to kiss my cheek, "You're so sweet!"

	I made a show of wiping her kiss off...I really don't mind her
kissing me, but no self-respecting teenage boy could POSSIBLY let his mom
know that.  "Dad's idea," I dead-panned.  "But, I'll take credit!"  She
swatted at me this time, which I easily ducked.  She headed on to get
ready, and I came on inside the door and yelled at the guy's.

	"Last one in the pool has to suck dick!" and just as quickly spun
around to make sure I wasn't going to be the last one in!  Okay...I
wouldn't have MINDED being the last one in...but...THAT would be hard to
explain to my lifelong friends!  Some secrets just need be maintained.  Dad
came in and caught the door I was attempting to slam to buy more time, and
he held it open as a hole gaggle of screaming teenage apes...or whatever
you choose to call them passed, ducking under his arm.  Comically he turned
his head in an exaggerated way as each passed under his arm as if he's no
idea how many would be coming out the door.  Each kid laughed and joined in
the fun as they came out.  There were only six of us there, but we made
enough noise to be a dozen!

	Dad hollered out to us before going inside "You heathens be
careful, NO DIVING from the deck, and NO getting Liam's cast wet!"  We all
hooted some reply or the other, and Dad made his escape into the solitude
of the house.

	Out in the pool we all wrestled, cat-called, played team-dunking,
splashed, and had a blast.  I had brought my CD player out on the deck and
had some tunes going, but you really couldn't tell too much what I had
playing for all the noise.  Our neighbors never seemed to complain when I
had my friends over. I suppose it was because they all had kids and
grandkids themselves and they knew we were just having fun.  We didn't
party late at night...but when we were all out there, there was no
mistaking that it was a wild time; no booze, no drugs, no girls...just a
half dozen highly energized teenage boys having fun.

	I did my best to do what Dad said, and keep my arm from getting
wet.  This wasn't a permanent cast anyway, they said I'd have to go back in
two weeks for that.  They wanted to make sure all the swelling went down on
my arm before they put that one on, and it would give them a chance to
re-x-ray the arm to make sure it was still set properly...or so I'd been
told.

	As I wasn't able to join in the team-dunking stuff, there was an
odd man out.  Lenny and Brant being the smallest and lightest were perfect
riders.  Lenny rode Will's shoulders, as he sure didn't want his brother to
ride him.  This got me to thinking about why Will was such a dick to Brant.
Brant was a good kid, he wasn't a nerd, wasn't a whinny little kid, was
pretty atheltic, look real good too!  I just couldn't figure out what all
the brotherly hostility was about. Daniel and Ray took turns with Lenny on
their shoulders as they made, broke, and re-negotiated rules a thousand
times.  Each arguing their cause and often begging me to mediate; which I
steadfastly refused, as I was having too much fun laughing my tale off at
all of them.  What I did find myself doing was resting in the pool, sitting
on the steps that descended down into the water, keeping my upper chest and
left arm out of the water.  Sometimes it was hard to keep balanced with the
extra weight on my left arm, and all the waves and splashing from the guys.
Still, it was fun.

	I began to notice how really pretty Brant was.  Lenny..now he is
beautiful...unmistakably beautiful.  But, Brant is no ugly duckling either.
His nearly black hair was full of curls and that was pretty sexy.  He had
really kind green eyes, and an button nose that I often thought would be
fun to kiss!  I never did, my buddies would all have flaked out had they
seen that.  Also, he was just as tanned as Lenny, and a splash of freckles
across his nose and cheeks below his eyes.  There were a few freckles on
his shoulders too.  Both he and Lenny had their shirts off in the pool --
all the guys did except me and Jason.  We both were wearing tee-shirts.
Me, because I just didn't want to fool with pulling mine off over my head
with this stupid cast on...Jason because he RARELY goes out in public
anywhere without is shirt.  At the pool, lake, beach, ball
court...everywhere.  Even when we are all skateboarding and get all hot and
sweaty, most all of us at one point or the other take off our shirts...not
Jason.

	Anyway, I was watching Lenny and Brant sitting atop their partner's
shoulders fighting and warring.  Occasionally one would get pushed or
dragged off and go crashing under water; coming up blowing water and
bubbles everywhere, splashing his opponent into retreat so they could
regroup and start again.  Watching them flex and bend and twist was really
getting me horny.  Slowly it began to dawn on me that I was nearly certain
Lenny had a boner, and so did Brant.  None of the other guys said anything
about it, but I don't know how they could have missed THAT!  "I wonder," I
said to my self, "I just wonder about this little dude."

	I must have been adjusting myself, because the voice beside me
nearly made me jump out of the pool!

	"Damn straight!" Ray giggled, "I'm horny as fuck too!"  Looking
directly at my crotch that was floating just beneath the surface, but very
obviously in plain sight...my boner not easily concealable at full mast!
Though thankfully, mine tended to lay flat to my belly and point just
slightly to the right...still it's incredibly embarrassing to have someone
STARING at your woody.

	I splashed him and told him to go fuck a goat...that he'd scared
the bejeebers out of me.  He looked around and giggled, his face very low
in the water, nearly to the point where it would flow into his mouth...but
not quite.  I was tempted to splash his mouth full of pool water, but
thought better of it.

	"Bet your Mom would love to hear you talk like that!"  His grin was
devilish, but his voice was very low and conspiratorial.

	"Damn," he whispered again, this time I could see him adjusting his
own bulge in his swim trunks.  I suppose he WAS horny after all.  "These
little dudes swimming and splashing, all nearly nude got me all hard a
hell...I need to go beat off somewhere!"

	I choked and coughed and nearly slipped entirely under the water.

	"Whoa! Lil Dude," Ray said in an exaggerated Texas drawl while
reaching over to pull me back up and keep my arm out of the water.

	"DUDE!" I exclaimed under my breath after re-covering from
swallowing half the pool.  "D.Did you say the boys were making you want to
go pull your pud?"

	"SHHHHHH!!!!" he exaggeratedly huffed. "Damn, you wanna get the
shit kicked outta me!"  He was looking all around in genuine dismay, even
though it was just US...OUR GANG...there.  Still, I knew what the meant.

	"YOU said it! Not ME!" I exclaimed, seizing on the opportunity to
deal out a bit of grief and make him squirm.  Besides...WTF!  What exactly
DID he mean?

	"Yea, well...t.that's not what I mean and y.you know it," he
protested.

	"Okay," I allowed, "then what EXACTLY did you mean?"

	"Damn-it!" he protested again, "I'm just saying I'm horny as hell
and need to beat off!"  Then he looked back down at my crotch.  "Besides,
I'm not the one sitting over here perving on the lil' dudes anyway!" he
splashed water at me, but not so much to get all over my cast.  I tried to
dunk him, but he easily avoided my reach, and swam to the other side.  I
could tell he was still tenting pretty seriously even from across the pool.
So, I motioned him back over to me and whispered softly into his ear.  A
huge grin spread over his face and he instantly scaled the ladder and
shuffled out past the pool toward the back of the shed.  Three or four
minutes later he came back from around the shed re-tying the drawstring to
his swim trunks...his cheeks had a particular red glow to them...any
OBSERVANT bystander would have known what he had done behind the shed.
But, all the guys just hooted at him about pissing outside when a bathroom
was just inside the house!  Only, I KNEW it wasn't piss he was shooting out
back there!  My mind raced at the thought of his dick spazing out hot jiz
on the bricks behind the shed.  Involuntarily, I licked my lips.

       As he climbed back into the pool, his erection now reduced to a
respectable mid-sized bulge, he said, "A man's got to do what a man's got
to do!" which brought a crescendo of rebukes and rebuttals about where was
a man and the like.  The rest of the time, he stayed clear of my side of
the pool, but I kept noticing him looking at me and winking as if we were
holding a big secret together...I guess we were.  I was still trying to
understand what could have brought big Ray Sanders to say something so...so
gay!

	In a little while, Mom and Dad came outside with all the rest of
the `Rents.  They were each carrying food and trays, laughing and obviously
fully engaged in some wild tale of some sort or other.  Mom called us to
get out and dried off so we could say grace and dig in.  The pool was
instantly emptied!

	Dad had Jason, Lenny and me set out little citronella torches all
around the yard earlier that evening, fill them with citronella oil and
light them to keep the mosquitoes away.  All us guys ate at the picnic
table set out on the lawn, and the adults sat around the deck table which
was definitely a nicer setting.  After we all had plenty to eat, Mom asked
Jason and Lenny to carry out the watermelon and fruit she had chilled.
Earlier, she had cut the watermelon in half making these alligator like
zigzag teeth ridges all the way around the middle.  Then, she scooped the
meat of the melon out with an ice-cream scooper into little balls of
watermelon, then she sliced strawberries in halves and quarters, after
removing the stems , and had small squares of cantaloupe and honey-dew
melons, and a few chunks of fresh pineapple, as well as purple seedless
grapes.  She took all the fruit and juggled it all up into a really cool
salad - I suppose you'd call it - and heaped it back into each half of the
watermelon.  Jason and Lenny each carried one apiece out to the tables.
One for the adults, one for us boys!  Man...ours lasted like a total of TWO
seconds.  We were each stabbing each other's bites away from the other,
trying to steal more than our share.  It was great!  And, great fun.  We
had a blast.

	After a while though, I really was getting pretty tired.  I had
managed to find my way to wander over to sit beside Mom and she stared
petting me and let me snuggle next to her.  I usually NEVER, EVER did this
in PUBLIC, but I was tired, sore, and sleepy.  A perfect time to get Mom to
ply a bit of TLC.

	Jason's Dad was across the table and was studying me for a while.
Directly he said in a oddly low voice, but very kindly, "Son, those boys
really worked you over, didn't they?"  I'd forgotten how badly I must have
looked; black eyes, cut lips, bruises all over my torso I had taken my
shirt off as the wet shirt was pretty uncomfortable.  It was still hot
enough that I just didn't put one back on.  Dad had to help me get the wet
one off because I was threatening to cut the damned thing off my body!  The
point is, in the light and as close as we were, he was probably just
getting his first good look at how many blows I'd suffered.

	"Yea," I sighed, "they tagged-teamed me."  I was pretty subdued.  I
suppose, in the back of my mind I was still just a little embarrassed that
I'd gotten beaten up so badly, even IF it was by two goons a quarter-sized
bigger than me...AND three years older.  They were SENIORS for crying out
loud.  Sill.  I got my ass whopped.  I suppose any boy regrets getting
beaten up, and your mind always tortures you with how you should have done
things differently.  I would re-live that fight a thousand times!

	"Tell me about it," he said, almost like a grandpa might have said,
"every detail.  Tell me everything you can remember, Son.  Don't leave
anything out."

	"Do you think that's a good idea?" Mom said as she stroked her
fingers through my still damp curls.  I wasn't sure just who she was
talking to, me or Mr. Lawler.  She leaned down and kissed the top of my
hair.

	"It's okay, Mom," I said, turning my face up toward her, "I don't
mind talking about it."  I lied.  But, I knew it wasn't like he asked me to
tell him I was GAY or something...

	So, I started with me being tired and I said I had a headache from
my ride and had sat at the tables to rest.  I went over all the details of
the ball coming bouncing off my foot, being blind-sided by a punch to the
side of my face...and all the rest.  Mr. Lawler took it all in very
seriously, asking questions as he thought of them.  I tried to provide as
much detail as I could.

	"So, you never saw these boys before?"

	"Nope."

	"Okay," he said, leaning up on the table across his folded arms,
elbow on the table. "Think back to what was the other kid doing after you
flipped the first boy.  What did the second boy do?"

	"Hmmm," I mumbled, thinking back to him, "I really
dunno...no...wait.  He moved back from the first kid so he wouldn't get
kicked in the head as the other one went flying over my shoulder."

	"Good.  Then what?"

	"Ummmm...He...He moved to my left like he was going to circle me.
I remember thinking that was a stupid old trick, and I wasn't going to let
him get away with it...but...that's when the first guy came moving in quick
with a big hook.  I had to dodge that one and I followed up with an
uppercut to the throat just like you and Dad taught us."

	"Immediately after you landed the blow...what did you do?  Think
about it," he said, reaching across the table he patted my hand.  "This is
important."

	"Well...I hit him.  I could feel the cartilage and ligaments moving
in his throat when hit him.  I could tell it was a good punch and knew he'd
fall down.  I was thinking about that Dad said to make a blow count if you
were afraid for your life...and I WAS!"  My eyes wide with fresh fear at
what had happened.

	Mr. Lawler patted my hand, and said, "It's okay, Son...the best of
us have been out flanked before.  It happens.  What you have to do is make
yourself keenly aware of what you could have done differently in case you
are ever in that situation again."

	"Please, stop," Mom said, "your upsetting him.  This isn't the time
for all this."

	I wiped a tear from my eye, and looked up at Mom, "No, Mom...I need
to do this.  I'm okay."  This time I wasn't lying.  I was beginning to feel
some anger at what happened instead of the shame.  Everyone said I'd done
okay...but I felt so stupid for getting out maneuvered.  I wanted Dad to be
proud of me, and I wanted my friends to know I wasn't a wus.  Re-living it
all in this way was making me furious about the whole thing all over again.
My heart was racing, and my breathing quickened.

	"I...I remember watching him grab at his throat, he l.looked at me
like he couldn't believe a little kid could hurt him like that...and he
just went down to his knees and over to his side.  I thought I... k.killed
him."

	"Good...now...think.  Exactly WHAT happened next after you watched
him fall and go down?"

	"Everything went black instantly, and I felt myself f.falling
forward.  I felt like I was falling before I knew I'd been hit.  The other
guy was behind me and he'd hit me with I guess his forearm and elbow right
across the back of my head and shoulders.  I tried to catch my fall with my
arms, but...but...I was flipping sideways...WAIT...he.h.he must have hooked
my foot with his or something because my feet were going to the right and
my head and shoulders were going to the left.  I mean...he hit me forward
and left, but my feet were flying back and right!"

	"Exactly!" Mr. Lawler said militarily, and looked as though I had
confirmed his suspicions.  "That wrist wouldn't have snapped the way it did
had you simply gotten knocked down.

	"Painful as all this is Liam, I want you to listen, and listen
carefully.  This won't be the only bully you ever have to face."  By now,
all the guys had gathered around, and all the adults had subdued their
conversations and were listening intently as well.  He continued, "This may
sound cruel and heartless, I'm sorry if it does.  But - life is full of bad
people who want to do bad things to other, to hurt others.  Most of the
time they act purely out of the callousness of their own heart, and without
provocation...as in your case.  They'll have plenty of excuses, but evil
people do evil things..." He looked around slowly to each of the boys
sitting at the table, then back to me.

	"Your mistake was to assume you were in a fair fight."  I nodded in
agreement.  "School kids often have this code of conduct that says `I won't
throw the first punch - but I'll throw the last!'  Well, you weren't in a
school yard fight with a couple dozen able referees your own age and size
to keep things fair.  You were in combat.  In combat, you don't trade blows
and survive.  In combat, only the strong survive.  It's critically
important to know the difference about who your enemy is and what are your
surroundings.

	"Trade blows with a sparing partner.  Swap licks with a schoolyard
dispute.  But in a fight for survival...YOU have to SURVIVE!"  He paused
for effect.

	"Now, think back to the first bad guy...you flipped him, he landed
on his back.  Right?"  I nodded.  "Okay, your very next move should have
been a spin to the left...you said he circled to the left right?"  Again, I
nodded.  "So, a spin to your left put's HIM off balance and makes YOU the
aggressor.  He most likely responds by coming in low...because he saw you
take the other guy out high.  Wait for him to commit, then bring both fists
...he clasped his fists in a classic double fisted gesture...down to push
him face first in the direction he has already committed himself too...the
ground.

	"As he eats dirt, regroup instantly for the first guy to have
rebounded.  Your second blow was perfect...the mistake was watching the
effects.  YOU KNEW what happened.  You felt the effectiveness of the blow
and knew instinctively you had him down.  Don't watch `em stack up...keep
moving.  Your next blow should have been a kick to the chops of either one
who formed the most immediate danger."

	Wow.  He was good.  Cruel and heartless, but good.  He looked
around at all us boys.  "I don't want ANY of you TRYING to hurt someone.
But, if you have to defend yourself...then by God DO IT!"  We all jumped at
his sternness.

	"I'm not saying you didn't fight back well...or that you wouldn't
have still gotten your butt kicked by these bigger kids.  All I am saying
is LEARN from your mistakes, and be prepared for the next time.  There's
bound to be a next time.  If not, you're still prepared.  Better to be
ready, than caught with your pants around your ankles!"  That brought us
all into fits of laughter, and all the guys started reliving each fight
they ever had, asking for advice and what-ifs.

       The mood was broken...but lessons learned.  After a few minutes, I
looked over at him...the whole place a cacophony of noise and
activity... "Thanks," I mouthed, "You're the best!" He smiled and winked.

       "YOU are!" he mouthed back, and winked, reached out and patted my
arm, and smiled warmly...affectionately.  We both got dragged away by the
gaggle of activity and our talk was over.




	As it got later and everybody was winding down, Mom suggested to
Ray it was late and he should take the rest of the boys home so they
wouldn't be in trouble with their folks.  So, we all gathered up the stuff
and helped bring in the dirty dishes, trash, and junk from the pool area
and tables. The guy's all pitched in and we made real short work of it.  We
all kidded and harassed each other as we worked and spirits were high.  It
had been a perfect night!

	Ray had his tee-shirt back on, and Brand was right on his hills.  I
found this to be interesting, and made a mental note to talk to Jason about
the two of them...something was not adding up perfectly clear to me.
Daniel and Will were deeply engrossed in a dispute about who had the best
ERA (Earned Run Average - which best would be lowest) and OBP (On Base
Percentage - which would be the highest) on the team, but were following
Ray and Brant out the door as if tethered by some mystical invisible cord.
Jason and I both picked up on the same thing and were giggling at how funny
they looked...it really did look like they were being dragged out by an
invisible thread or something.  It was a hoot.  As we all got just outside
the door, Lenny came bounding out the door and nearly wiped us all out.

	"Damn, Lil Dude!" Ray protested good humouredly.  "Where's the fire
Lil Dude?"  Lenny blushed a tiny bit but kept enough gumption to punch him
in the arm and wiggle on past him nearly knocking little Brant down!

	"Ummm...Hey..." I overheard Lenny mumble to Brant.  He noticed we
were all watching him, so he hooked Brant under the crook of his elbow and
drug him out a few steps onto the grass away from Ray's car.  He put his
mouth up to Brant's ear with his hand cupped in the classic secret-teller's
gesture, and Brant started nodding his head in agreement with whatever the
deep secret Lenny was sharing.  A huge grin spread out on Brant's face and
he turned to face Lenny and mouthed "COOL!"  We ALL knew what Brant had
said, even though we couldn't hear him, but hadn't a clue about what
Lenny's big secret was all about.  Brant and Lenny broke up their espionage
and came back over to the car.  Nearly everyone had piled in to the car.

	"Shot-gun!" cried Brant...even though the car was already full!

	"No shit, Sherlock!" Daniel hollered back out the passenger's side
front seat, "I think you have to like...be the FIRST one here to call that
Numb-nuts!"  The whole car erupted in fits of giggles.

	"Wrong again, O Wise-Turd-For-Brains!" Ray said while leaning
forward and looking out the window at Brant.  "Driver decides who's
Shot-Gun...and tonight it's Lil' Dude Brant here -- Hop in Brant.
Back-seat there Nimrod," Ray slapped Daniel on the shoulder and the rest
all hooted and hollered telling him he'd been busted.  Everybody was
laughing and nearly falling over themselves having a great time at each
other's expense...soon enough Daniel got dragged into the back seat and
Brant hopped in the front in his place.  He looked back at Daniel and stuck
his tongue out at him and things started flying out from the back seat at
him like crazy!  Ray was hollering for them all to cool-it as he put it in
gear and pulled away from the drive.  Once he got started though, they all
calmed down and stuck heads, arms, and shoulders out of as many windows as
possible and yelled goodnight all the way down the street.  Once, before
they got to the end of our lane, the car stopped...no doubt some
"arranging" had to be done...then they pulled back out and disappeared.
Wow, what a night.

	As we watched them pull away, I noticed that Jason and Lenny were
on either side of me...VERY close, and Lenny was holding my hand with both
of his!  Damn.  This was nice...but I was a tiny bit paranoid that someone
might come out and see us.  But, I reasoned to myself, Lenny was little
enough to get away with holding another boy's hand in public...nobody would
likely think anything of it.  Still I pulled away from him just slightly
-- he noticed, looked up at me - but I suppose he understood I wasn't
trying to be distant, or mean.  He just smiled warmly and accepted my
movement.  I adjusted my shorts, which were sticking to me as they were
still damp and clingy.  My tee-shirt was back on by then and I wasn't
feeling very clean.

	"Let's go get changed and cleaned-up," I said to both of them.  "I
have some clothes you can wear Lenny, and Jason you know you have plenty
here to wear."  So, we all agreed and headed back in the house and up the
stairs.  I was still feeling pretty sore, and all the fun of the night was
beginning to take it's toll on me.  Halfway up the stairs I hollered at Mom
and told her we were taking a shower and would be down in a few minutes to
say good night.

	"Lenny, Honey," she called up as she walked around to the bottom of
the stairs.  He poked his head around the bedroom door (he was the first
upstairs...and was NAKED already...as I could clearly see from my vantage
point, but thankfully MOM couldn't from hers).

	"Ma'am?" he called back to her.

	"Sweetie, your Father says you are going home in a little bit.  Go
ahead and change, Liam has some things I think will fit you.  Wear them
home and I'll get them back from you later -- okay, Dear?"

	Geez

	"Yes, Ma'am," Lenny called back to her...his voice very low and
sexy.  Just hearing him turned me on...I know I've told you this a
lot...but you'd just have to hear him talk to really know what I mean.
When you look at him there is a certain expectation you'd have about what
his voice would sound like...a little kid's voice...but what came out was
just sooooo sexy, and low, and so...so sexy!

	I got up the stairs by then and by then Lenny AND Jason were naked
as J-Birds!  I nearly crapped my shorts when I saw them like that!  They
had evidentially conspired to shock me like that when they knew I was
slowed down by Mom at the bottom of the stairs.  They burst out in laughter
as they watched my shocked expression when I walked fully into the room.
Lenny jumped at me and I jumped back.  Giggling, he reached for my shorts
and started pulling them down.

	"What the hell..." I stammered, but the laughing and giggles made
me relax and just go with it.  If THEY weren't going to be fussy about
being naked together...who the hell was I do be upset?  Not gonna happen!


	"Let's all shower together," Lenny giggled and insisted.  "Come
on...it'll be FUN!"

	I looked over at Jason who shrugged as if to say, "Who can deny him
something he's set his mind too?"  Truth be told...Lenny was just so damned
HOT with his clothes off...and he was obvioulsy boned up...I'm certain even
Jason was having a difficult time keeping his eyes off of him.

	"Okay!" I said finally, as he was wrestling my tee-shirt up and off
-- my swim shorts already having been snatched down and off.  "Cool it a
sec though...let me look to see if the coast is clear before we all streak
across the hall!  AND keep it QUIET for gods sakes!" I emphasized in an
exaggerated hushed tone.  I looked out the door with one eye, slowly pulled
it open to peer out with my whole head preening around the door -- Lenny
just bounded out at that point and grasped me by the hand, already had
Jason in tow with the other and drug us both down the hallway with us each
light-footing it and giggling the whole way.  When we got to the bathroom I
pushed them both in and slammed the door (a bit too loudly) and locked the
door.

	"Damn-it!" I giggled at them, "you're gonna get us all BUSTED!"

	Jason started the water in the shower, Lenny fond us some towels.
I just recalled that I couldn't get my arm wet and was about to tell them
this wasn't going to work.  Just then there was a knock at the door.  SHIT!

	"Liam, Honey," it was Mom!  Damn-it to HELL!!!!  "Honey, I have a
plastic sleeve and some tape here to wrap your cast with to keep it dry,
Sugar."

	"MOOOMMM!" I whined through the door, "I've got no clothes on!"
Jason and Lenny had jumped into the shower and were hiding behind the
curtain...giggling their heads off!  Dumb-asses!  I shushed them as best I
could, and wrapped a towel around my waist...THAT wasn't easy with my
cast...and slipped quickly out the door keeping it as closed as humanly
possible.

	Mom led me into the room and easily enough wrapped my arm in
plastic and kissed me on the cheek, turning me back to the door and patting
my toweled bottom.  I blushed and gave her "the look" but she just giggled
at me and herded me out and to the bathroom.  Outside the door she leaned
in and said loud enough for the two inside to hear, "You boys be quick and
don't make a mess!"  DAMN!!!  I KNOW was a hundred shades of red now.  Mom
just pulled me by my face with her one hand towards her and she kissed me
right on the lips.  "Don't worry, Son...it'll be ok...you guys are just
boys...no one's gonna think anything bad...besides, we're all right here in
the house anyway.  You boys be quick now...I think your Father has
something to say to you all."

	Now it was my time to be in shock.  WTF?

	I opened the door and stepped inside, locking the door behind me.
I banged my head against the door lightly as I contemplated what she was
talking about...and WHY she wasn't upset with three boys all showering
together!  Parents!  How can you figure this stuff out?  When I think
they'll freak out - they are calm.  When I think they will not notice or
let something slide - all hell breaks out.  Damn.

       I realized I wasn't hearing any noise besides the water running, I
dropped my towel, stepped toward the shower and pulled the curtain back
just a little.  Jason was standing there with his back to me and his head
raised up in the air.  His hands were in front of him, and at first I
thought he was jacking off!  DAMN.  But, then Lenny moved, or something
happened, and I looked down and there he was on his knees bobbing up and
down on Jason's dick!  He was giving Jason a blow-job in my SHOWER!

       	"Dude!" I gasped involuntarily.  Jason jumped a bit, unaware even
that I'd opened the curtain.  I guess he had plenty to keep his mind off of
what was happening around him!  Lenny pulled off Jason's dick, and both of
them turned to me ever so slightly.

       	"Get in!" Lenny beamed at me, "we're going to have so much fun!"

       I won't give you any more details just now then to say that all
three of us had a great time!  The water got cold and we had to turn it
off, and then we got cold and had to get out and dry off.  We were all
quiet then, as we toweled each other dry.  This was sooooo stupid!  And
could have back-fired on us sooo bad.  But, it was unbelievably sexy, and
fun, and OMG I wanted to do it all night!  Mom hollered up from the bottom
of the stairs and told us to get dressed and down stairs.  We each wrapped
towels around the other and tenderly touched and groped each other through
the towels.  I opened the door and looked to make sure the coast was
clear...it was...so we all bounded over to my room to change into some
clean clothes.  Just as we were pulling our shirts on...I was REALY having
a hard time with my cast, wet skin and all...Dad tapped on the door and
gently eased it open.

       He peered around the door and said, "You guy's okay in here?"

       	"Yea, Dad," I said, as Jason reached behind me to pull my shirt
down for me.  "Thanks," I said to him as he pated me softly on the
shoulder.

       	"No probs!" he said, his eyes searching mine for something...I was
thinking he wanted to know how I felt about what we'd just done.

       	"Ummm..." Dad said, "You guy's come on down stairs now...we are
having a family meeting."

       	I continued to look Jason full in the eyes, "Okay, Dad...we're
coming."  He said okay and pulled the door shut.

       	Jason leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips.  "I love you,
Liam," he said.  I believed him.  I pulled him into a hug and we embraced
tightly for a couple of seconds.  I felt Lenny beside me, so I reached for
him, and we three got into a group hug once more.  A few more seconds of
this, then we all looked at each other...each knowing something big was
about to happen...but none of us sure exactly what...or if things would
ever be the same again.




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