Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 18:23:48 -0500
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 20
Asleep on the Beach
Chapter 20
Disclaimer: Please be advised that under aged youths are advised to not
read this material; There are sexual encounters ahead by youngsters in this
story. If this offends you, perhaps you should not have read this far, and
I certainly would not advise continuing further. Everyone else is welcome.
Writer's note: Guys, I'm really sorry it has taken me so long to get this
chapter out. So many have written -- you've all been so kind. Thanks for
your encouragement and support. You are a great bunch of guys and I really
appreciate each and every letter, kind word, and offered prayer. I hope
you like this chapter, more to come!
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TWO WEEKS LATER...
Chapter 20 Liam's Dilemma
I was lying on my bed tossing a football up into the air and
catching it as it fell downward. This is a way to distract myself that I
often do when things get too complicated. The stress of the past few days
has me about to explode; I hate being out of control, or having the feeling
of having so much happening to and around which I equally have little
control over.
When we got Jason home that morning after the confrontation with my
mom and dad, Jason's mom was waiting for us. Things went to shit right
away. Well...kinda. I mean...I guess this is what is best for Jason. I
love him more than I can possibly say. Grrr...this is way hard, you're
gonna have to bear with me while I sort this all out.
You know that Jason's Dad sort of wigged-out on us when he first
found out that Jason had been raped but his friend's cousin (Cody). The
agonizing part for Jason was not knowing what his Dad's real problem was
about what happened. I mean...was Jim (Jason's Dad) freaked that some kid
had abused his son? Or, was he pissed thinking Jason wanted it to
happen...or that Jason was gay and asked for all that to happen. Jason
just wasn't sure how his Father would react or respond. On the one hand,
we both believed that Jim wouldn't be glad to find out his boy is gay. Jim
retired from the Army Special Forces and was a real gung-ho type
personality. Jim loved us boys (of course he loved Jason more than me, but
he always made me feel loved and accepted too...just like my parents did
for Jason. We were all like one huge family living in two houses more than
two families in separate orbits or something...got it?), but how far would
love take him? Would he put two and two together and decide that it was
just too big of a leap to think this bastard Cody just overpowered or
seduced Jason and forced himself on Jason? Or would he think that Jason
was messing around with him and things got out of control...or
worse...would he think Jason was just making up the rape story just to
cover up being gay?
It makes my head hurt just thinking about it. Why does being gay
make your life so goddamed complicated? Why can't people just stop freaking
out about who make someone else's blood pulse hard for?
Damn...football just hit me in the face. I was thinking too hard
and forgot I tossed the stupid thing up there. I think it just busted my
lip open again. Grrrr. Wait...let me go clean this mess up...I'm bleeding
a bit here. BRB
Well, what happened is that when we got to Jason's house his Mom
was waiting for us. She was sitting on the couch and looked so tired, so
old. I just couldn't imagine what all she'd been dealing with since me and
Jason saw her last. But it was very obvious she'd been through it;
whatever IT was.
Dad came in with us as and as we came into the living room where
she was, she seemed obviously relieved to see Dad was with us. They
exchanged politeness and then an awkward silence settled in on the room.
She looked up at Jason and a tear escaped from her eye as she held up her
arms and motioned for Jason to come to her. They embraced and both wept
silently together for several very long moments. Dad and I remained
respectfully quiet, I was having a hard time keeping my mind off the
obvious...Jason's Dad wasn't there. We heard several whisperings between
them as they consoled one another. For all Jason's bravado, or all his
independence, for all his certitude...he was a Momma's boy just like me.
Finally, they sat up together and wiped their eyes and she began to
tell us what was what. First, she offered us all something to drink, but
no one was thirsty - the 800-pound gorilla in the room was sort of
occupying all of our attention. We needed to know something, anything. We
needed to know if it was going to be ok to breathe.
"This has been a very stressful few days for Jim," she said to the
room, not seeming to speak directly to either of us, but as if we were all
one. "He has taken a few days to get by himself and sort through all his
thoughts." She sighed very deeply, tiredly...sadly. As she drew in her
breath afterward, you could hear the quivering in her throat from holding
back tears. "I think he sees this as all his fault. He feels so much a
failure right now."
Jason recoiled from her words, as though they were a slap to his
face. She quickly turned her face towards him and realized just how Jason
may have taken what she'd just said. "Oh no! No! Not that! I didn't
mean..." as she reached out for him to comfort him, but he pulled away and
ran out of the room towards his own bedroom. I looked at her angrily and
opened my mouth to say...something...but Dad intercepted me and kept me
from saying things I'd no doubt regret later.
Motioning me to follow Jason, he mouthed, "go, I'll sort this out."
I bounded up the stairs to Jason's room, he'd closed the door. I
knocked quietly and tried the knob -- locked. I leaned forward a placed my
head against the door, one hand on the knob, the other crooked over my head
against the door. I could feel tension and fear sweeping under the door,
and could faintly hear the muffled sobs of Jason as he wept. I formed a
mental image of him sprawled across his bed, his Dallas Cowboy comforter
pushed unceremoniously over against the wall. He hardly ever made his bed,
though the rest of the room remained neat most of the time.
"Jason," I whispered against the door, "Jason, it's me...open
up...please Jason." I know he could hear the pleading in my voice. I
wanted to cry, but I was fighting hard against that emotion. The past two
weeks I have determined to thicken my skin a bit, and not let stuff get to
me so quickly and easily. I felt at the moment that it might be a losing
battle...especially if he didn't hurry and open the damned door.
The room remained silent. Being torn between knocking more
forcefully and pressuring him to open up and just waiting for him to come
around, I eventually just sank downward, spinning as I descended, my
bodyweight pressed against the door. My bottom hit the carpeted floor
gently and my knees were drawn p to my chest. Placing my elbows upon my
knees and my head in my hands , I resigned myself to just wait for him.
I'm not sure how long I sat there...except that I know when I
finally did get up my butt and legs had gone to sleep and it hurt like hell
when I finally did get up. The tumbling door lock from inside Jason's room
woke me from my stupor. Half expecting him to open the door I rolled over
and attempted to get to my feet. That's when I realized I'd been up here a
long time waiting.
Wincing as I managed to get to my feet I realized that though Jason
had just un-locked the door, he hadn't come out. That was a signal to me
to come in...and for me to lock the door after I got in...a sort of
unspoken, unwritten code...it was just understood.
As I entered the room it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust
to the darkened room. Jason always kept it dark in here. Sure enough, the
blue and silver comforter was cast against the wall, and there was Jason
lying on his back, one leg dangling off the edge of the bed, but his foot
not touching the floor. The other knee was slightly raised, and his arm
was crooked over his eyes. I stood there silently watching him breathe
deeply and regularly. I could detect no evidence of his tears...I suppose
they had dried up by now. Jason was not one give over to many tears.
Approaching him with a tiny bit of tepidness, he spoke as I leaned
against his legs and torso with my legs, my crotch gently touching his
forearm, "Sorry...for running out...for locking you out..."
I shook my head from side to side in a nonverbal attempt to negate
what he was doing, but he didn't notice.
I crawled up and on the bed, stretching myself prone over his body.
My face nestled into the crook of his neck, and as my lips came in contact
with his smooth skin -- I kissed him there. He sighed deeply, and wrapped
his arms around me. I continued to pepper his neck with baby kisses, and
attempted to pull him in close and tight as I could -- which was
interesting as I was lying atop him with my full body weight as it was
already. He brought his hands and arms up to allow him access to caress my
hair. I decided to stop working on his neck for fear of giving him a
hicky.
Propping up on my elbow, I looked down into his deep brown eyes and
studied him for reaction. His eyes were searching, busily roaming in tight
patterned glimpses between my lips, my eyes, my hair, and back to my lips.
His breathing was getting rapid, and I could feel both of our dicks
stiffening. Ever so slightly I pressed my hips and groin deeper into him
and began a gentle rocking motion...like I was fucking him with our clothes
on...a new first for me. Like a magnetic pull, his lips attracted mine
downward, down, down, to his wet lips. Both of our lips quivered as we
met. I could feel him breathing on my face and lips, but it was sensual.
My mouth parted and my tongue licked his already wet lips...he tasted of
Jason, my Jason. Parting his lips with my tongue, I manipulated his mouth
open and began a deep throated hungry kiss. Our hands were roaming over
each other's bodies, and I felt him reach beneath the hem of my shirt to
touch my silky smooth skin. I broke the kiss long enough to fling my shirt
off and pull his up to his chest. My mouth went straight for his sweet
little nipple and I suckled it past my lips, splaying my tongue in circles
and using my lips to pull gently upward with his nipple. Jason arched his
back and let a soft moan escape his lips.
Out of breath, I sat up and reached for the shirt gathered around
his neck and gently pulled it all the way off. Next I was back on top of
him, this time our naked chests were pressed together and I was slipping
out of my mind and ascending a golden stairway to the heavens. Jason
snaked his hands under my shorts. Damn. These gotta come off! NOW!
We pulled apart and nearly instantaneously were both naked. Naked
and back with me on top and our bodies pressed together. This time I was
determined to take him further, further, I hoped to get us both off like
this -- our dicks pressed together, our stomachs' burning with lust, out
titties were erect -- how can you breathe this way? Damn.
Jason pushed up on my chest and held my upper body off his. His
strength was intoxicating, his hands soft, but strong. He was looking me
straight in the eyes. His eyes searching...no...asking. Asking what?
Asking...me.
"What? Ask me again," my eyes said to his, no words were spoken
aloud, but a full conversation was going on here).
"You know what I want," Jason's eyes said.
"WHAT? You mean...you...you want...me?"
Jason nodded as he saw understanding pass over my eyes. My yes
opened a bit wider. "Now? Here?"
"Yes," he nodded (again, no words, only our eyes talking to one
another).
"They'll catch us," my head turned ever so slightly without breaking
eye contact.
"So," he eyes said, "This is my life...I want you...want you now."
I kissed him. He moaned in my mouth and spread his legs, causing my
pelvis to slide down between his legs. My dick was leaking pre-cum. His
legs slowly lifted above my sides, his hands began to pull me forward,
inward. I could feel his asshole quiver when my dickhead touched the
puckered skin. Our eyes locked, then, he slowly and deliberately closed
his, and pulled me into himself.
No lube. My dick didn't want to go inside, but he wouldn't let me
stop. Adjusting himself, he opened up more. I felt the quivers against my
dickhead again. Backwards came his legs toward his chest. He has slipped
his arms around the crock of his own knees and he was opening himself up
for me. A tear rolled lone-soldier like down his cheek. He opened his
eyes. Mine asked him if I should stop...if he was hurting. His said
no...pleading with me to enter.
This couldn't work. I broke our gaze and looked for his hand
lotion. Reaching for it spoiled the moment...but only for the briefest of
them...then we were ready. Now my dick entered with slow, slow, pressure.
His heat was so...so...so incredible. My head came forward and I leaned on
my arms which were split over his chest and beside him supporting my
weight. My dick was afire. His hole lurched, and pulled me inward. I
lost my breath as I plunged death-defyingly slowly into his depths. I
wondered to myself how deep an ass is. How much can you put inside a boy?
How can he take all of me inside himself? Lenny did...how?
When I bottomed out, he quickly locked his legs around my waist in a
scissor-lock and he held me tightly. Were we breathing? I don't remember.
As he relaxed, my body weight caused me to slip down on top of him
and forced his legs to relinquish their hold. My arms had worked under his
arm pits and my hands were wrapped around the tops of his shoulders. We
kissed. We loved each other. Bodies intertwining, gently rocking, hands
caressing, lips searching, breathing ragged. Whimpers. Whispers. Groans.
Passion. Love. Lust. Desire. Together. One person. We. Love.
Fucking. Loving. Kissing. Crying. Exploding.
I came so much my balls were on fire, they ached and burned.
Our breathing was slow to settle down. But, we snuggled a long
time waiting for the passion to slow. As I lay atop him, I could feel his
ass lips clinching and releasing my dick. He still hadn't said a word
more, but I could tell his mind was racing. His heart was too. My dick
popped out of him with an audible "plop." I nestled my face back into the
warmth of his neck, but remained fully on top of him. Somehow, somehow
this will always be where I belong. Right here in his arms. Feeling
forever loved like I do at this precise moment. My Jason, accepting my
love, holding my body, our love-glow warming us both for an eternity.
Eventually, I rolled on my side, and he rolled on his with me,
keeping his arms tightly wrapped around me. We kissed gently, tenderly,
lightly. Lips only -- shared breath. Dreams are made of these moments.
Can they really last a lifetime?
"No matter what," I whispered on his lips, "no matter what...we
won't let them separate us. I want to be beside you like this the rest of
my life. I love you Jason Lawler." Kiss. "I love you." Kiss.
"They'll make us stop," Kiss.
"I'll die first," I said. Kiss
"I'll die with you then," kiss.
"I don't want to kiss a dead person," Kiss.
"Damn...you think I do?" (Jason) kiss.
"I think you don't think...is what I think," (me) kiss.
"I think I'm in love," kiss.
"Okay," kiss, "you can think that,' (me) kiss.
We held each other like that for a very long time. It was our
throbbing dicks that woke us up again. This time it was Jason's turn, and
we both knew he wanted it...me too.
I rolled over on my stomach, he lotioned up as I settled in, and
Jason lowered himself onto me, kissing my thighs, my butt cheeks, my lower
back, and up my back until he was in proper position with his leaking and
lubed penis pressing its way into my crack. I groaned in anticipation and
reached behind me to spread my ass-cheeks for him. His dick-head entered
and he paused to allow me time to adjust to his girth.
While he waited, he kissed my back, then, ever so slowly he lowered
his upper body to lie full atop me, his ass still suspended in the air so
as to not force his descent into my own ass to rapidly. As he kissed my
hairline, and my neck, goose-bumps raised across my neck and down my arms.
His burning dick kept pressing deeper and deeper. Pubic hair touched my
butt cheeks. He was fully inside me now. I purred and settled into the
bed. He had his lips pressed firmly into the meaty part of my shoulder. I
could feel him biting as he opened his mouth and began to suck my shoulder.
I'd have a mark there. I loved it -- Jason had marked me.
No real pain, only a fullness I couldn't explain. Hot. Itching.
I need more. I moved my hips, wanting to make him fuck me. He wanted to
go slow. I just want him to fuck.
He grinds his hips forward, I nearly pass out from the intensity.
I feel his dickhead moving against my prostrate...oh god.
Cum. I feel it burning. I feel his dick swelling. He whimpers a
noise...a groan. My neck and shoulder are wet. His breath is in my ear.
I love Jason.
We cried together silently. Will this ever happen again? Can we
possibly control the future? Can we hold on? We want too...but neither of
us believes it. We cry.
. . . . . .
That was two weeks ago. His Father confronted Cody and Cody's Dad.
Cody was sent to a kids re-habilitation kind of place. Cody's Father was
arrested for raping Cody. It had been happening for years. Jason's Dad
re-joined the Army and left for training. He would be gone several months
for re-training and new orders and a new assignment. He was a highly
recruited man, and they wanted him back badly. He wrote Jason a very long
letter. I'll share it with you later: it's sad, but good. Jason is away
now. I'm here alone. Jason had to go to a re-habilitation place similar
to the one they sent Cody too -- though thankfully, not the same one -- at
least one adult was thinking in the whole damned bunch.
Sigh. My damned nose hurts where the blasted football hit me a
while ago. I don't realize I've zoned out again...it happens a lot now. I
feel so cold. All I want to do is cry. I can't cry though -- promised
Jason I'd be strong, promised I'd be here for him when he got home. I hope
to God he comes home. I'll cut my damned wrists if he doesn't -- I swear
to god. But, I can't. I promised Jason I won't hurt myself. Me and my
goddamed big mouth. Jason is so strong. He wiped the tears from his eyes
and said he'll be back. His Mom and my Mom cried on each other's
shoulders. My Dad was a rock. He kept us all together. He just took
charge. He made the arrangements, he took care of the details. He's been
so nice. He doesn't say much, but he hugs me a lot these days. It feels
good. I tear up most of the time when he does. I can feel him trying to
love me when he hugs me. I need it. He knows. He is such a good dad. It
makes me cry when I think about him like that...but I can't cry anymore...a
promise.
I feel the bed shift, and I turn to see beautiful Lenny sitting
beside me! His bright smile instantly makes me feel good -- warms the
room. He jumps on top of me and kisses me square on the mouth.
"Why you bleedin," he asks and he pulls away to examine me. "Come
on...I wanna go to the beach!"
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