Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:51:04 -0500
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 2

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.  As with the earlier chapter...if
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       Asleep On the Beach
       Chapter 2

       Previously...

       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.


       Chapter 2

       I only lived a few blocks from the Beach.  Jason and I hitched a
ride that morning with Ray, as he and the rest of our Buds were hanging
over at Jason's that morning.  Jason lives across the street and three
doors down from me, so that has aided in solidifying our strong friendship
over the years.  I cannot tell you the number of times we have stayed at
each other's place...in fact, I keep clothes in his closet and
drawers...even in his underwear drawer for crying out loud.  Naturally,
many of his things routinely stay at my place as well.  Our Mom's quit
trying to separate our clothes long ago, deciding it was easier to just
keep the stuff washed and let us sort them all out.  This didn't bother
Jason or I one bit.  To be truthful, I secretly wore his underwear as soon
as I knew they'd been washed...(don't tell anyone, but sometimes I would
get his dirty ones out of the clothes hamper and after a jack-off session,
using them as stimulus for my growing infatuation with him, I'd put them on
and sleep with them.  What a rush I'd have knowing I could feel his warmth,
that my balls were settled in where his had just been).

       Okay...I'll tell you about that...it usually happened after I'd
spent all day around him or something.  His every move just exuded
sexuality.  Particularly, when he'd revel his treasure trail after we'd
played ball all afternoon, or boarded `till we were exhausted and he'd wipe
sweat with his shirt.  Afterward, he'd almost always smell his funky shirt
and toss it in the laundry and just go shirtless `till he went home
(further driving me insane).  When I'd finally get to be alone, immediately
I'd get whatever article of clothing he left in my laundry basket and jump
on my bed.  I would pull my boxers off and fling them toward the laundry
basket, drawing his clothes (I loved to use his dirty boxers...no, not
dirty like THAT...sheesh...I mean "dirty" in that he'd just worn
them...okay?) toward my nose.  I could smell his essence, feel his body
heat, and just dream I was holding him.  I would slowly start jacking on my
dick, all the while holding his sweaty clothes to my nostrils.  The
combination never failed to overwhelm me in short order.  Even if I wanted
to take my time and have a slow and dreamy session of masturbation
bliss...this combo would put me over the edge.  It would build from deep
down low, I could feel the sexual pressure building and climb up from my
scrotum and my dick would explode in series of blasts of hot cum.

       Just a couple of months ago I tasted some cum that shot up from my
dick right onto my chin.  Before this, I hadn't even considered actually
tasting my OWN jiz.  Sure, I thought of sucking cock, but even that thought
didn't bring my mind around to actually tasting my own.  I ran my finger
through the cum on my chin and tentatively stuck it to my tongue.  I don't
know what I expected...but this wasn't it...I thought it'd be
gross...repugnant is the word that always came to my mind (I learned that
one from my Dad...I almost immediately applied it to the taste of what I
thought jiz would be like when I heard it).  It was creamy...musky...sort
of had a hint of bleach in the smell that I thought I could taste in it
too.  I loved it.  Is that gross?  To love your own jiz?  No matter...I
did...do.  And now, every time I jack off with thoughts of Jason in my
head...I always reward myself with my own seed as I dream it is his I'm
swallowing.

       I know...the story...

       So, after we got off the beach and were walking down the road
leading to my house, I let my arm slip off his shoulders and we were just
walking side by side without talking.  The trip didn't take too long, and I
motioned him to turn in at my drive, "Here we are," I said, pointing to my
house, "Jason lives just over there." He stopped at the drive and followed
my finger with his glance.  Lenny seemed to be in a daze.  He returned is
gaze to my house, then looked up at me.

       "Are you sure?" he asked in his low husky voice.

       I reached for his hand that was hanging limply by his side, "Lenny,
please, trust me.  It's gonna be okay, no one is here.  My folks are at
work."  He still didn't budge toward the house.  "What is it?" I asked, as
he continued to look at me searchingly. Then it dawned on me what his
reservation could be.  "No, no one else in the world knows... knows about
me...besides Jason, and he'd take a spear in the side before he ratted me
out.  Nobody knows a thing."

       He seemed to sigh a bit of relief and with resignation just turned
and led the way to the house.  I had returned to his sleeping spot on the
beach and gathered up his shorts, tee shirt, and sandals.  He wore the
latter, I carried the rest.  When his back was turned I pulled them to my
nose and inhaled deeply.  God, how much they smelled of him.  Mind you...I
hadn't really had a chance to soak in his odor, as when he was leaning in
to me and crying while I hugged him close, my mind was anywhere but focused
on his scent.  Yet...still it lingered upon me.  I could tell...it didn't
smell like me...or Jason.  Lenny had a distinctive smell that was his own.
It fit him...or suited him...how do you properly associate a smell to a
person?  Have you ever tried to actually do that?  All I know is that when
I inhaled his smell from his tee shirt, I had no doubt but that it belonged
to this beautiful blond headed boy leading the way to my house (MY HOUSE!).
Imagine the jack-of fantasies this would foster.  God, I was getting hard
already, just imagining what I could do with his tee-shirt!

       Blond, did I forget to tell you he is blond?  He is...blond, with
soft silky smooth hair, cropped in a "normal" haircut.  It suited him just
fine.  I like hair a bit longer on boys, but this boy is perfect just as he
is.  I DID manage to caress his hair a bit when he was in my arms.
See...that's kinda hard to explain...I didn't get hard when I held him,
because I was comforting him.  Does that make sense.  I mean...I was hard
when I walked up to him back at the beach...harder still when he started
talking...but when he had his melt down...I just ...well...I just knew he
didn't need me perving on him, he just needed a friend.  There would be
time for caressing and fondling and such later...and if not...so be it.
So, my nether regions just sort of calmed down all on their own.  Yet, with
all of that, I did notice his soft hair, his firm, lean body, the radiating
heat, the sensual movement of his muscles under the skin...but not so much
as to cause my manhood (boyhood?) to spring to life.  Again I ask...does
that make sense?  *Sigh*

       At the door, Lenny sort of stepped aside and let me reach past him
to unlock the door and shove it open.  Wordlessly he stepped ahead of me
into the house, with me silently in tow.  Just inside our house is the
landing to the stairs, my bedroom being upstairs and just off to the left.
I have this balcony type sitting area where I keep my TV, Xbox III, games
and stuff.  I have a couple of really neat comfortable chairs me and Jason
use to play games from, or watch TV and junk.  My room itself is pretty
small, but I do have this really cool full sized bed.  Dad bought me some
great furniture...you know, dresser, chest of drawers, night stand...all
that crap.  It looks pretty cool, sort of grown up style...not a kid's room
anymore.  The wall where I have my headboard starts a slant just above the
headboard that runs up the roofline and levels off halfway across the
room. There are two windows facing the street.  I keep my room pretty
spotless.  Mind you, I didn't at or old house...I hated that room, so I
didn't care if it was all crapped out or not.  But, I'm really liking this
new room and I take pretty good care of it.  Besides, I HATE listening to
my Dad ragging on me all the time to "clean that fuc..." (oops)...to clean
my room.

       I don't know what I expected to happen, or what I thought he may do
once we got over to my house, but once inside he saw the stairs and just
started up them.  I watched his sexy form pad up the stairs with wonder at
my luck.  Here was the most incredible looking boy I have ever seen, nearly
naked, walking toward my room!  My legs took over, as my mind was in outer
space, and I followed him upstairs.  "My room is...," my voice trailed off
as I quickly saw once I topped the stairs that he instinctively knew where
my room was because he just let himself in and was lying face down on my
bed.

       "Doesn't it hurt to lie on your sunburn?" I asked as I entered the
room and sat down on the bed beside Lenny.

       "Yes, a little," he said quietly while turning over onto his back.
His face and eyes were so full of questions.  I couldn't tell if he was
about to bolt and run, break down into tears again, or just remain stoic.
He turned to face me.

       "Lenny," I spoke softly, "can I ask you how old you are?"

       "I just turned twelve a couple of months ago."

       "Really?"  I perked up at this news...he wasn't ten...and his
birthday was near my own!  How cool is that?  "Wow, my birthday was just a
few weeks ago too," I exclaimed rather proudly.  "My birthday is August
12th."

       "Cool," he replied, "mine is on the 10th.  How old are you?"  His
smile was radiant.

       "I just turned fourteen.  Happy Birthday!"  I said; a smile was his
only reply.  Seizing his perked up attitude, I asked him, "So, do you want
me to put something on these burns?"

       He studied himself a bit, then turned to me and asked, "Do you mind
if I shower first?"  He blushed a tiny bit.  I guess because he wasn't sure
how I'd respond.

       "Um...sure...I suppose a shower is in order.  Um...do you want me to
throw your things in the washer while you clean up?  I think I could find
some old stuff here you could wear while we wait for them to dry."

       "May as well," he responded, and began to roll out of the bed.

       "Shower is..." but again, I was too late, he just wandered out the
door and toward the bathroom as if he'd lived here a hundred years.  I can
tell I am going to love this kid.  I grabbed up the rest of his clothes and
followed him down the hall to the bathroom.  Through the closed door I
heard the shower going.  Knocking softly, I gently opened the door and
peered in.  He was already behind the curtain.  I grabbed a fresh towel out
of the cabinet and put it on the rack by the tub.  "Here's a clean towel,
Buddy," I offered through the curtain.

       "Thanks," came a muted response.  "Liam?"  He called.

       "Yes?"

       "Please wait for me?" he asked.

       "Umm...okay.  I was just gonna hop downstairs and pop these things
in to wash right quick...but I'll wait here if you want."

       "Please," he responded quietly, "I just don't want to be alone right
now.  I'm always alone."

       Jeeez.  I had no idea what to say to that.  How could I leave him
after hearing that?  I'd have to be a heartless monster.  I'm a horny
teenager, not a monster.  I bent over and picked up his Speedo that he had
dropped on the floor.  God, I wanted to draw them to my nose and inhale his
scent...but I was afraid he'd catch me...or just know I'd done it.  He did
have a way of reading me like a book it seemed.  So, respectfully I placed
the Speedo on the pile of clothes on the sink and waited for him to finish.
I could see his form moving behind the curtain.  God...there was no way I
was going to be able to avoid a hard-on for much longer.  I was surprised
that I was able to control things just standing in the bathroom with a
naked boy in my shower...MY SHOWER!

       The water stopped, and a wet, tiny hand slipped out and groped for
the towel.  Quickly I moved over to hand it to him.  "Thanks," he muttered
through the towel as he brought it to his face to begin drying off.  One
thing my Mom does great is making the laundry smell divine.  I knew exactly
what was going through his senses just at that moment.  I stepped back from
the curtain reluctantly, deciding not to crowd him.  After a few moments
and some rustling behind the curtain, it slid back on the rod and there was
Lenny wearing the towel loosely around his waist.  "Thanks," he said again,
this time obviously meaning for the shower.

       "No probs," I replied as he stepped out onto the mat.  I was still
leaning against the sink when he looked at me letting his eyes take all of
me in.  I followed is gaze back towards myself and realized he'd stopped
traversing my body exactly where my dick is at.  OMG!  I had sprung a boner
when he stepped out of the shower and I was so stupefied ogling his sexy
body that I didn't even notice my own erection.

       "Looks like you like what you are staring at," he giggled.

       "Damn," I stammered.  He giggled again.  "I mean... I...," I quickly
jumped up and turned toward the mirror and away from him.  I could see
through the mirror the embarrassment spreading crimson across my neck,
chest, ears, and face.  I wanted a hole to drop into.  *Good grief*

       This time it was his turn to comfort me, "Look, Liam, I'm cool with
that...it don't bother me none." That same sexy voice...God, how does he do
that?

       "All the same," I said, "I'm sorry.  Come on, let me find you some
clothes and medicine."  I turned to the door, and dutifully he padded after
me.  I stepped into Mom and Dad's room and across to their bathroom.  They
never left medicines around...afraid I'd swallow bleach or something...you
know how parents are.  They are concerned I may take an aspirin unbeknownst
to them...but I'm as queer as a two-dollar bill and they haven't a clue.
Good grief.  Rummaging around in the cabinet, I found a couple of things
Mom used on me before when I'd had similar mishaps.  I gathered my findings
and turned to head back to my room.  No Lenny.  Damn.

       "Lenny?"  I called.  No response.  I went back to my room, and there
he was back on the bed.  Naked.  The towel was unceremoniously dropped at
the side of the bed and he was just lying there on his side.  I moved
toward him, my hands trembling, heart pounding, and mind absolutely having
gone berserk.  My eyes slowly took him in...all of him.  He was
...is...incredible.  Stunning.  I just can't describe how beautiful Lenny
is.  The tautness of his belly and abdomen, the defined sloping towards his
boyhood.  Not a trace of hair.  None.  My eyes wondered to his perfect
hips, the roundness of the exposed bum cheek exposed before me. The slow
rhythmic swelling of his abdomen told me he'd already passed out again.
What to do.  Hmmm...

       No.  That wouldn't do.  It would be wrong.  I already told you I am
not a monster.  I shifted the sunburn lotion in my hand, turned it around a
couple of times, trying to decide if I should apply some now, or wait `till
he awoke.  I decided now would be best, else he would be in bad shape in a
few hours when he woke up...if he slept like I do it would be a few hours.
But why is he asleep so fast, I wondered? Is he faking?  Why?  That didn't
make sense.  My mind wrestled with this a little as I considered what to do
next.

       I eased up to the bed, gently turning him over on is back.  Careful
to warm the lotion in my own hands first, I gently began applying lotion to
his god-like skin.  Apart from the obvious burn he was now experiencing,
Lenny already had a killer tan.  That's when I noticed that where his tan
line ought to be, it wasn't very pronounced.  His nether regions had been
exposed to some sunlight...a lot of sunlight.  Is he and exhibitionist?
God...What else was I gonna learn about this boy-god.

       When he went to sleep out on the beach today, he HAD on Speedos, so
I knew he wasn't burned down there.  Carefully, (painfully for me) I
avoided touching below his faded tan line.  I concentrated on getting the
lotion spread evenly, but carefully, as I didn't want to hurt him, nor wake
him if possible.  I could feel the warmth of his body heat and the radiant
heat of the burnt skin rising through my fingers.  God, how sensual.
Slowly I worked my way across his chest, abdomen, and legs.  His legs are
very developed.  I made a mental note to ask what sort of sports he was
into to give him such definition in is thighs...his calves were killer too.
I was trying to decide about his cute face and ears when he turned back on
his side.

       "Got a blanket?" he mumbled sleepily.  I pulled it up over his warm
skin.  "Thanks," he purred.  (Yes, purred).  I sat there looking at him for
a couple of minutes before I got up to go sit in front of the TV.  As I
approached the bedroom door, Lenny spoke quietly. "Liam," I turned to face
him, my hand still upon the door knob.  "Thanks for not doing anything do
me...down there," he said with his eyes still closed.  He wasn't asleep
after all.

       "Lenny," I replied equally as quiet, "I told you; you are safe, and
I meant it."  I looked at him, lying there so innocently, nude, under my
blanket (MY BLANKET!).  "I thought you was asleep?  Is everything okay?"

       "I...umm...I was afraid that you would still be mad at me."

       "What?  Mad...at you?"  I was stupefied.  "I'm not mad,
Lenny...never have been."  Silence.  "Are you afraid of me?" I queried.

       He looked at me thoughtfully for a second before answering.
"No...I...I can trust you.  You just showed me that you won't hurt me...I'm
really safe aren't I?  This is real isn't it?"

       "Yes...this is real.  There is plenty of time for us to talk about
things later.  We won't do anything that you aren't completely ready and
wanting.  Even then...you'll be safe.  Are you still sleepy?" I asked.  He
nodded.

       "I'm sorry," he explained, "I want to talk...and stuff...but I just
feel...I dunno...tired.  Do you mind if...if I rest a little bit?"  His
low, sexy voice trailed off as relief settled on him.  Who could ever be
mad at this kid?

       "Get some rest, I'll be right out here playing some games."

       "Liam," he called.  I turned to him again.  "Leave the door open?"

       "Sure, Bud.  Anything you want."  I pulled the door partially closed
and eased out of the doorway and flopped in my comfortable chair.  Oh my
God, what an afternoon.  Is it physically possible for your mind to be
racing and zoned out at the same time?  That's me, an anomaly.  I reached
into my pocket and got my phone, punched "J" on the speed dial for Jason.
Two rings and he picked up.

       "Got any yet?" he asked incredulously.

       I blushed even though it was over the phone.  "Shut up, Dufus."  I
spun around and around in my chair while I talked to him...I mean...the
chair spins...with me in it...I mean I make the chair spin...grrrr, you
know what I mean.  "Look.  He's asleep in my bed," I whispered into the
phone, while looking at the door, half expecting him to just walk out.
(Would he walk out nude?  I sprung an instant boner at that thought...good
grief).

       "Ooooo," Jason taunted, "asleep in your bed huh?"  In my mind I
could see the mischievous grin on his face by the tone in his voice.  I
knew he knew me well enough to know I hadn't done anything to the boy
without his consent.  We wouldn't even joke about something like that.

       I explained what happened out on the beach.  I told him about Lenny
jumping up and running off...about me confiding in him my deepest
secret...about walking home...the shower...the lotion.  There was silence a
long time on the phone as both of us contemplated the afternoon's events.

       "I don't think I could have kept my hands off him," Jason said after
a moment.  Huh?

       "Dude!" I said.

       "I...uh..shit...it's not like that..." he stammered.  "What I mean
is," he recovered from his gaff, "you were pretty cool to keep your hands
off him." I let it slide.  My mind just couldn't wrap around that right
now...though it did spur a distant thought of future contemplation that
would be necessary.  "What are you gonna do?" he queried.

       I sighed deeply into the phone, "I'm gonna let him sleep, then we'll
just talk and take it from there.  Look, I gotta go, I don't want to wake
him up."

       "Okay," Jason said, then more serious than I ever remember Jason
sounding, "Liam?"

       "Yes."

       "We're tight?  Right?"  Silence.  What is this about?  Is he
jealous?  Is he afraid?  My mind was racing.  I know my heart must have
skipped a beat or two.  This lack of confidence just wasn't like my Jason.

       "Dufus."  I said matter-of-factly, "Of course we're tight.  Nothing
is gonna come between us, Dude."  I paused, a realization coming over me.
"Or, no one."  I could sense relief on his end of the line.

       "Later," he quipped and hung up.  I continued twirling myself around
in the chair considering all this stuff.  I suppose I dosed because I awoke
with the shadows gathering, I glanced at my watch.  Shit.  I'd have to wake
him to make sure he didn't need to get home before getting into trouble.

       I got up and stretched, then peered into the room.  He was curled
up, softly nestled into the blanket, peacefully asleep; seemingly not a
care in the world.  This was the same boy who was crying like a child just
a few hours ago.  Now he looked like a dream.  I sat down softly beside
him, gently placing my hand upon his shoulder and rubbing him from atop the
blanket.  He purred a bit and began to stretch under the blanket.  I
watched as he rolled over on his back, pulled is arms from under the
blanket and reached over his head with a massive yawn and stretch.  His
arms fell back on the bed to his sides and he looked up at me.  I noticed a
sizable tent in the middle of the blanket.  He smiled.  I smiled.



       Okay, there you have it.  Let me know what you think.  I know there
wasn't much action in this chapter, but don't worry...stuff will begin to
get going soon enough.  I'd love to hear from you.  andyoutwest@live.com