Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2008 18:16:27 -0600
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 24
Disclaimer: Please be advised that under aged youths are advised to not
read this material, and indeed doing so may be illegal where you are -- so
check your local laws first as 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 notes: Had a few comments that I gave only half enough info for
you all to find the stories I mentioned in the last letter. Dang. I hate
that (that I didn't communicate well). So, let's see if this helps:
* Lem - a fantastic story. The writer is, writer_milos@yahoo.co.uk The
story is found at: nifty/gay/young-friends/lem
* David is an unbelievably great writer, try any of his stories and you
won't be disappointed. All you aspiring writers might want to visit with
David for pointers. Try the Jeremy Fielding Collection for a very good
story, located at: nifty/gay/young-friends/jeremy-fielding-collection.
Reach David at, gothmog@mail.anonymizer.com
* A new writer is Adam. His story is absolutely getting better and better.
Liam and Skyler. Find it at
nifty/gay/young-friends/liam-and-skyler/liam-and-skyler. Reach Adam at,
liamskyler69@googlemail.com
* Now then, I just have come across a coupe of recent additions to my
favorite category here and like these two developing stories and writers:
o Kip -- find it at: nifty/gay/young-friends/kip; reach Daniel at:
analternativetomodernliving@hotmail.com
o Caught in the Lower School Bogs, located at:
nifty/gay/young-friends/caught-in-the-lower-school-bogs; reach Jeff at
solsticeman@yahoo.com
It occurs to me that I do not have permission from these guy's to give them
a promotional plug (except for perhaps Adam), but hopefully they won't mind
a simpleton like me telling others to check out their posted work. If any
of you guy's listed above would rather I keep my yap shut, kindly send me a
polite "go to hell" message and I'll take the hint. Otherwise, to all of
you guys reading...thanks for reading my feeble attempts at a story. Hope
to hear from you soon.
Any comments are welcome: prompt and courteous replies from:
andyoutwest@live.com
Chapter 24 Lenny and Brant
The trip to the hospital was a total blur. I have never ever seen
my Dad drive like a bat-out-of-hell, but tonight was a first. Jason and I
sat glued together in the back seat, holding on to each other and the
armrests for dear life. Dad was silent the whole short trip, Jason and I
didn't talk much. I looked over at Jason and he was as white as a sheet.
I couldn't figure if it was Dad's maniac driving, or worry over Brant and
fear for Lenny...or what. I wanted to ask...but keeping myself upright in
the car was proving to be a challenge. Finally, Dad pulled into the police
station, and to my surprise the officer at the beach was there ahead of us,
we saw him walking into the station. Jimeny Cricket! How'd he do that?
Dad un-clicked his seatbelt and turned to face Jason and me.
"Boys," he said matter-of-factly, "I want you to tell these policemen
everything they want to know. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G." he said with great
emphasis. I gulped and looked at Jason who was looking at me as well. I
wondered if I was a pale as he.
"What I mean, Son, Jason," Dad said a little more tenderly, "what
is happening between you boys is not unusual, and is no big deal. I
mean...being gay is not a thing you have to be afraid of. I know why you
can't just talk about this at school...but this is different. Tonight
these men may pick up on this, and, if so, will have a hundred questions.
Be honest with them. Don't give them more than they want to know, but if
you start off with avoiding being direct, brief, and to the point of their
questions -- it will take hours away from what we all really want...and
that is a clue to what has happened and where is Lenny." He waited for
Jason and I to nod in agreement. We were in a state of mind numbness here,
this was entirely too much shit to digest (sorry for the visual).
"What do th.they want t.to know, Daddy," I asked, the fright
obvious in my voice. (Okay...yea...sometimes I call my Dad Daddy. So, sue
me. I usually do it when I'm just at home, or sometimes if I'm
particularly happy, and I'm learning that when I'm stressed I do it some
too). Jason squeezed my hand silently. I was glad he was home to help me
with this. I would be a disaster case right now if not for Jason. Our
little fight back on the beach now seemed like a far away memory. He is
here now for me...that's the most important thing in the world to me right
now.
"Son," Dad said tenderly, while reaching back to cradle my face
with the palm of his hand. I could smell his Daddy-scent. "I'm not sure.
For one thing, they'll want to know what the two of you saw, heard, or
noticed. They'll want to know why you thought to look there at that spot on
the beach.
"Remember this, the police are not the enemy. They might be stern,
even intimidating. They may come across to you as if they don't believe
you. It's their job to find out the truth. So, tell the truth, and don't
let them get under your skin. That's how I handled them on the Beach. I
reminded myself they are not the bad guys...they are trying to catch the
bad guys. I am not the one they are looking for, neither are the two of
you...so you've nothing to be afraid about; still things may be very
frightening at moments for the next little bit. But remember I am here for
you. If you ever feel afraid, or uncertain, you ask for me. They have to
let me be with you. Now. Let's go in and tell them what we can to help
them get started."
He turned to slide out of the driver's seat. Jason dutifully slid
out of the car and went to stand behind him. He noticed Jason wasn't
wearing a shirt, I could tell he was about to ask him about it...but the
memory of Jason offering Brant his own shirt to cover with came to him. He
went to the trunk, opened it, and fished out a light wind-breaker he kept
in there -- you never know went a chill wind will be coming off the water,
Dad was nothing, if not always prepared. We walked toward the door of the
precinct office, there he paused at the door, turned to give each of us a
hug. "Boys," he said with an arm around each of us, we each had our arms
around his waist. We were frightened young boys, I'm sure we gave every
impression of that too. It was the truth. "Boys, they may ask you about
your sexual orientation, and that of the two younger boys. They may not be
so nice about things." He lifted my chin and looked me in the face. "No
matter what is said in here tonight, you remember this Liam...Jason; you
are alright. You've done nothing wrong. Loving one another is not a
crime. These men might not accept you -- but they don't matter in this
regard. All that matters right now is finding out what has happened to
Brant and that he is okay, and finding Lenny." With his thumb he wiped the
stray tears from my eyes first, then Jason's. "Let's go do this." He
released his hug on us and opened the door.
A uniformed officer sat behind a proverbial high desk, and was
watching us as we entered the room. "You must be here to talk about the
injured boy from the beach, and the missing child?" Dad acknowledged with
a nod. The big officer stood and motioned us to follow him. We walked
down a busy corridor. This was my very first time into a police precinct
building. It wasn't anything like Law and Order. It was normal. Like
walking into any office building anywhere (not that I've been in a hundred
of them or anything). Normal. I realized I was holding my breath and
slowly let it out. I can do this.
The Desk Officer, a corporal, escorted us into a medium sized empty
room, no windows, only a table, chairs, coffee pot, microwave,
refrigerator. It was a break room. My stomach turned over. Dunno why.
Almost as soon as we came into the break room, a towering plain clothes
police officer came in as well, he was carrying a file folder. He extended
his hand to Dad, "Mr. Neilson? Larry Neilson I presume?"
"Yes, Officer...?"
"My name is Hauk, Dwayne Hauk. I've been assigned to gather as much
useful information as we can get from you and your boys here so we can get
back out there and catch whoever did this...I understand we're looking for
another boy as well...is that right?"
"Officer Hauk, let's get down to basics here...no need to dance
around the thing. I know you know what I've told the officer on the beach.
Ask specific questions. Me and the boys here are prepared to give honest
direct answers, but time is critical. Please don't waist it by playing
games...there is just too much at stake." Dad was calm, but assertive.
His demeanor wasn't like he was all pissed off, but worried about Brant and
Lenny.
"Mr. Neilson, don't take this the wrong way...but I've been doing
this a great while now. I'm good at missing and battered children's cases.
That's why they've given me the task force. My questions may seem 100 ways
to Sunday like I'm wasting time, going in circles, or just plain
fishing...but I assure you, I know the clock is ticking. Wishing the clock
to stop won't make it tick slower. Willing the boy home safe won't make it
happen. Good hard, solid police work will." The two of them were squared
off...both visibly intense and breathing hard -- lot's of testosterone
flying here. Officer Hauk didn't blink or back down, neither did Dad.
Finally, Dad sat down and pulled out a chair for me, motioned me to
join him, and I did the same for Jason. Officer Hauk loomed on the other
side of the table, and sat square in the middle of that side.
"I'm glad they put you in charge," Dad said. "The officer on the
beach gave me no confidence in the competence of this department. You, I
believe in. Let's find our missing boy, shall we?"
"Great. Glad I pass muster. And, may I say...I believe the basics
of your report. So, there are just a few things here that I'm not clear
on...perhaps I can ask the boys a few questions?" Dad looked at me and
Jason, then nodded his permission.
Officer Hauk was, as I said, a very large man (what is it with cops?
Are they all super-heroes?) When he leaned forward in his chair, leaning
up on his elbows, arms folded, Jason and I both shrunk back as if on cue.
He ignored the intimidation factor and spoke softly, "Let me see here...you
must be Jason, and you Liam?" He nailed it. "Good. Now...let's
see...you're both fourteen, both going into the same grade...Ball High
School...correct so far?" We nodded in unison.
"Jeez, guys, let's relax here a bit. I know you've been through a
lot here, but I need you guys to talk to me. Thirsty? Want a coke or
something?" he nodded toward the soda machine.
"No, thank you," I said. Jason just stood up, releasing my hand
(again, I wasn't even aware he was holding hands with me...the sly dog),
and moving toward the machine. He looked back at the big officer with a
questioning look.
"Just push a button, we're all on the honor system here. I'll cover
for you later. You'd be surprised how short that damned can is every month
for this being a goddamned cop shop!" he nodded to a coffee can sitting by
the coffee pot. There was a hole cut in the top for coins and such to be
dropped into it, and a sign hand-written and taped to it that read "You
drink it...you BUY it!"
Hauk looked over at Dad and apologized for his language, Dad
shrugged and waved him off and remained quiet. Jason chose a 7-Up, then he
came back and sat beside me. Wordlessly he offered me the opened can, and
I dutifully took a sip and handed it back to him; all under the watchful
eye of Officer Hauk. I would learn he didn't miss much.
"Tell me how you two happened to be on the beach so late tonight,"
Hauk asked while looking directly into Jason's eyes. He'd already pegged
Jason as the leader.
Jason shrugged, looked at me, then said to the big guy, "Me and Liam
were just sitting out there talking. I've been gone for a whole month...I
was at Dallas County Juvenile Rehabilitation Center." Hauk waited for the
explanation. "I had to go stay there for a month and join a group for
counseling teenagers who've been raped." Jason spoke with little emotion.
Very crisp. Not angry, or disturbed, or upset...just crisply. He looked
full into the officer's face for reaction...there was none. I noticed the
graying sideburns, the age marks beginning to show on the big man's face.
My eyes wandered down to his hands and I noticed his wedding ring. Well
worn. He had the air of a father. I didn't doubt he was...a father. He
was big enough to be scary...but I had the sense that he reserved his bulk
and strength for appropriate uses. Not for intimidating or beating up
kids. That thought made my heart skip a beat...what kind of man had Lenny?
What was he doing to him?
"How long?" This he asked of me.
I shrugged, "a long time...I dunno." Jason nodded in agreement.
"They were out there about four hours," Dad said. I looked at him
inquisitively. He just raised his eyebrows at me as if to say, "of course
I know how long you were out there, Buddy!"
Hauk nodded, moved to make a note in his files. I saw him write "4
hrs."
"Talking. That all?" This was directed at Jason. Jason nodded.
"Talking?" asked again, as if he expected more of an answer. He
looked at me. I swallowed, mustered the courage, then added...
"Cuddling. We were cuddling...you know...holding hands, kissing,
and...cuddling." Damn. That was out on the table, no pulling it back
now. But I felt instantly better...scared shitless, but better. I was
being honest. That's what Dad and Haul both said they wanted: honesty.
Hauk was stoic.
"You two are an item then," was all he said. We looked at one
another, then nodded.
"Okay. So...was that your shirt that the other boy...Brant was
wrapped in?" he asked Jason. How'd he know that shit? I guessed he could
tell Jason wasn't wearing a shirt under the jacket.
Jason looked quickly up to Hauk, then back down at his chest, then
nodded.
"I'm guessing the semen we found on the shirt then belongs to you
two...and not to Brant, or his assailant?" I nearly fainted for sure. Me
and Jason both nearly choked! Panic stricken I turned to look at
Dad...OMG...how embarrassing is THAT? Busted in front of your Dad...by a
COP!! In a goddamned police station! Shit! Shit! Shit!
How could we have forgotten about THAT! I'll never ever live this
down. I could feel my life slipping away.
The tiniest of smiles broke at the corners of Hauk's mouth. He
nodded, looked down and scratched something off his list.
"Good. This helps us, boys. I know you may be slightly
embarrassed, but trust me...I would have known eventually...but if you'd
not told me this, we'd have wasted hours and hours on needless tests, and
would have had to put YOU TWO on the suspect list!" He looked at us with
raised eyebrows. His daddy look, I suppose.
"Now, tell me how you knew to look where you did for the boys?"
This was directed to both of us.
"Baseball," we both said in unison.
"The guys from our team go out there a lot when we finish practice.
We thought they might have gone out to a place that was familiar to them.
It's easy to get lost if you don't know the area. They would be
comfortable there. It was a hunch," Jason told the cop.
"Good plan," he nodded, rubbed his chin...thought a bit, then added,
"so...have either of you ever noticed anything unusual happening out there
at that part of the beach before tonight? Seen anyone acting unusual?
Anyone hanging out with you boys that seemed somehow different?"
Damn.
That guy who was hanging out with Lenny and Brant the other day! He
made me feel weird, I didn't know why, thought I was just being paranoid
and shrugged it off! It might have been HIM!
I sat up quickly from my slouching position in my metal chair. I
looked over at Dad, who could tell I had remembered something.
"Oh..My..God!" I said, eyes wide, nostrils flaring, mind racing. "I
think I saw him! The other day! We were all out at the beach...before
Jason came home! I went out there with Lenny. Brant came up, he and Brant
went skipping down the beach to talk and play and...I...I...ummm...there
was a guy hanging out with them. I couldn't see him too clearly. I
started to go get them and make them come back up with me and the
guys...but I decided I was just being paranoid!" I was breathing rapidly,
panic welling in my throat. I could feel myself beginning to
hyperventilate.
"Calm down, son," Hauk said. Dad was reaching out for me, the
officer held a hand up to him as if to ask a little latitude. "I need you
to focus now. This could be very helpful. Can you remember anything about
him? Anything at all?" I shook my head feverishly.
"Okay, I need you to breathe for me now. Come on...force yourself
to breathe. Okay...good. Good. Now, close your eyes, son. Go on. Good.
Now, in your mind...I want you to go back to that day...the two boys are
out on the beach. Someone is there...what do you see?" He wasn't
hypnotizing me. I was completely lucid...panicked, but lucid. He was just
getting me to breathe so I could keep from hyperventilating. Still, by
closing my eyes I could sort of visualize that day...
...I had nudged Lenny in the ribs and nodded down the beach in the
direction of cute little Brant who was coming towards us. Brant was simply
adorable wearing jean shorts that came to just below his knees, a baby blue
tee-shirt, and sneakers. His curly brown hair was totally un-kept, and
damn-straight cute as hell on him. I remembered licking my lips just at
the thought of running my fingers through that mop of hair. Got a stiffy
just thinking about it. Bam-o: instant boner material. Shit. Then there
was that sexy smile...like he knew he was a real head-turner and was
drinking it up. I recalled thinking how bad it was for me to be thinking
shit about Lenny's new boyfriend. I already got a super sexy boy of my own
(Jason, in case you think I forgot). So, Lenny looks at me as if to ask
permission and up he jumps to go meet Brant half way. They meet and hug
like long lost lovers (makes me smile even now thinking about it), then
start jumping up and down like school-girls. I smile at the thought of how
young and in love they are. Sigh, because thinking more about them will
just lead me down a trail I should stay off of...
I'm lost in that thought.
"...so what did they do after they embraced?" It was Hauk.
I blushed deep crimson. How much of what I'd just remembered did I
just say out loud? I jerked my head over to Jason, who was holding hands
with me still. He gripped my hand tighter and moved them slightly to my
crotch where he pressed the back of his hand down on my boner. Shit. He
looked at me and winked. Fuck. I must have been running my head about
EVERYTHING. I'm not liking this even a little bit.
"Liam, focus for me," Hauk said with a bit of urgency, "what
happened next. Did they go off by themselves? Was there anyone watching
or following them? It's important. Close your eyes once more for me.
That's it. You're not hypnotized, so just relax. I have just found it's
easier to remember details if you close your eyes and let your memory and
brain pull those details up to the front. Sort of like they teach Umpires;
see the ball into the glove, close your eyes to retain the vision -- sell
the call with confidence. That's all we're doing here. Just visualizing
what you remember. Got it?" he asked. I nodded, took a deep breath,
squeezed Jason's hand (ignoring my throbbing boner...this would be easier
if he'd move his hand...but I ain't about to make him though), and closed
eyes again.
"Good, now...tell me what you see."
..Brant and Lenny walk hand and hand away from us. Lenny turned and
waved over his shoulder at me, flashed a sexy smile...I could make out that
he mouthed the words.. "He's hot!" then he shook his hand wildly as if
he'd just burned himself. I giggled at his antics and waved them on. I
felt good deep inside myself. Things were going to be okay. Jason was
coming back soon, Lenny had found a really sweet and gorgeous boy...it was
going to work out. I could learn to live with this. That was what I was
thinking.
I look back at Ray and some of the guys playing and splashing out in
the water. Hear their hoots. Daniel (Ray's little brother) pantsied Ray
and the fight was on...they were all working to keep Daniel protected from
Ray's attempts to dunk his little brother...all the while working to keep
Ray from pulling up his shorts...it was a hoot. Glad I wasn't out
there...I'd bone up for sure...then I'd be the one getting ganged up
on...but wait...is Ray at full mast there himself?...
Jason squeezed my hand, making me realize I'd probably just said
that shit out load. I groaned a tiny bit at my own embarrassment.
"Don't worry, son," Hauk said in a off-handed manner, "teenagers get
erections at the damnedest times...my son is just thirteen now and he's
either erect, red as a beet, or both 90 percent of the time." He managed a
smile. It worked, because I quit panicking.
"So...did you see anyone hanging around the two boys?" Hauk said,
bringing me back to the more pressing matter at hand.
I knew this is what he wanted to know...but I suppose my own brain
didn't want to remember it. I could have stopped this from happening if I
had my REAL brain engaged that day instead of thinking with the blasted
head between my legs. I put my head down on the table. It was cold to my
forehead. My hair was long enough that the hair from the sides and back of
my head splayed down on the table top. I felt kind of like a little kid
hiding behind my own hair. Jason released his grip on my hand and gently
placed his warm hand on the back of my neck and rubbed, more like caressing
my neck. He was doing his best to pass his strength on to me. He leaned
forward and placed his head on the table beside mine, and whispered into my
ear.
"Liam, we're going to find him. It's going to be okay. There is no
way you could have known this was going to happen...little alone do
something to stop it. If the guy wanted to hurt little kids, you
interfering that day wouldn't have stopped him."
I sobbed. Jason comforted. Shit. I hate this shit. Dad reached
out and patted me on the shoulder. I didn't move, or indicate I knew it
was him. He stood up and tugged me up into a standing position, then
scooped me up in a very protective hug. I felt so damned small...like a
freaking little kid. I wanted to hide, I sure didn't want to think about
anything that I might have caused to happen to Lenny. And Brant. I cried
and cried into Dad's chest. He just stood there and rocked me gently with
both arms wrapped around me, totally dwarfing me with his adult body. I
need him right then. Only my own daddy could help me like I needed help at
that very moment. Even Momma wouldn't have been as much comfort as Dad was
then. I know he knew what was flooding through my mind. He knew what I
was afraid of, he knew, and he wasn't ranting and raving, he wasn't
threatening, or hating. He just held me tight. Hauk and Jason had the
good manners to just sit quietly and wait.
"Daddy," I said, eventually gaining enough control to stop crying
and yet continued relishing being held by my father. His "father" scent
was as comforting as the strength and warmth of his arms. His hands
tenderly patting my back, his face buried in my hair. I could feel the
warmth of his breath on my scalp. I wiped my face on his shirt like I used
to do when I was indeed a little kid. Breathe. I drew in a deep breath
and slowly exhaled. "It's all my fault," I said sadly.
"No. None of this is your fault, Son," Dad said tenderly. "I know
you are feeling overwhelmed, Buddy, but now is not the time for this. Now
we need to focus on what we can in order to help. We want to be of use.
Now is the time for heroism, Son. It's in you. I know it is. You are
stronger than you know. These emotions running through you right now are
perfectly normal. What you are fearing, what you are dreading...these are
marks of your decency, of your compassion. You are a boy of great capacity
for love, for tenderness...and listen to me..." he said as he released his
hug and pulled me away so we could look eye to eye.
"There is a law of opposites -- you know that. For every action
there is an exact opposite action or energy. The same is true of your
emotions. This same capacity you have for love...you have an equal
capacity for the opposite emotion. Call it hate, call it anger, call
it...whatever...you need that strength now. Right here; right now." He
took me by each shoulder and gripped me tightly. "You are Lenny's best
hope right now. Don't focus on what you dread...focus on Lenny. Liam
Neilson, I believe in you. I know you are an amazing kid. It's time to
step up."
Dad released his grip on me, batted my back one more time, and I
turned and sat back down.
"Okay, let's start again...I want you to close your eyes once more
for me..." Officer Hauk started. I cut him off with a determined shake of
my head.
"No. I'm not closing my eyes. I'm going to tell you what you
need." I drew in a deep breath, and as I let it out I could feel a little
quiver from inside myself. I hoped they didn't notice. It didn't matter.
Dad was right. Time to be a man. I don't know how to be a man, but I know
my Daddy is one...he has faith in me. I can do this. I can do this. I
can do this. I'm done crying.
Looking square into Officer Hauk's face, I said, "When I looked back
to where the boys were walking down the beach...
...there was a guy following them. I don't know where he came
from...I hadn't noticed him before. There are lots of straggles on the
beach that day...summer is drawing to a close. Something seems remotely
familiar about him...can't put my finger on it yet...still...I have this
feeling I know him. Lenny and Brant turn to him, he must have called out
to them. They all stop and talk for a bit. The guy shifts his feet and
stands with all his weight on one leg, the other sort of propped out in
front of him. I've seen someone stand like that before. Lenny and Brant
are standing shoulder to shoulder, the guy is talking to them. Lenny
reaches his hand down to adjust the stiffy in his shorts.
The guy looked at his watch and turning slightly nodded up toward
the parking lot. Lenny was dragging Brant away then with both hands.
Brant seemed to know the guy, Lenny seemed just the tiniest bit
uncomfortable...still...both boys seemed okay. Brant waved at the guy as
Lenny dragged him off down the beach. Brant and Lenny were back to
giggling again...that much I could tell for sure...it was their body
language...
"Describe the guy for me. How old was he? What color of
hair?...anything you can remember." Hauk again.
"Umm...he was a teenager I think...older than me...He was like 16 or
something. He has dirty blonde hair...wearing blue jeans and tee-shirt."
"Jeans. You're sure about that?" Hauk.
"Ummm...yeah. Blue jeans. He was the only one out there in jeans.
Hey...wait! That means he never intended to be hanging out at the
beach...doesn't it?" I asked with a dawning coming over me. Shit.
"That's one possibility. Hmmm...now, just a couple more questions,
then I think we'll be done here." Hauk reached across the table and patted
my forearm. "You're doing great here, son. I need to ask you something."
I nodded.
"Officer Meachum wrote something very interesting in his report. He
sent it in electronically. I have a copy of it here," he said as he spun
the folder around as if for me to look at. Only, when I looked down at it
he closed it up quickly. Kinda pissed me off a little. I might ACT like a
little kid...but I'm NOT a little kid.
"When he question ...Brant on the beach just before the paramedics
hauled him to the hospital...he said `they were looking for him...'
pointing at you." I swallowed hard, and nodded my understanding of what
he'd said.
"What do you think that means," Hauk asked me...never so much as
blinking.
"I...ummm...I d.don't know." I stuttered. I looked down. This time
I closed my eyes. I see him standing talking to Lenny. His arm bends as
he looks at his watch. He turns sideways a bit. I see his face...
"Shit."
Silence.
"It was Jared."
"Jared." Hauk repeated. He looked to Dad for confirmation. Dad
shrugged his shoulders. Hauk looked at Jason. Jason had gone pale
instantly.
"Who the hell is Jared? How do you know him?"
"He's the younger of the two boys who beat Liam up," Jason said as
he stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. "I'll kill the
goddamned bastard!" Jason yelled rushing toward the door.
Quicker than a cat Hauk was up and to the door in blur of speed. He
reached Jason and snagged him by the back of the windbreaker he was wearing
and pulled him back into the break room. Dad and I had gotten to our feet
by then and we were all crowded at the door.
"Let me take care of this young man," Hauk said to Jason in a voice
that left little doubt of is capability to manage any resistance...or even
to "handle" things as he'd said.
"Now, Liam. Tel me everything that happened. I want to know every
single detail. This is the break we need. If this boy is in any way
connected to this I'll find him. Now...I want details."
The next twenty minutes were devoted to a re-counting of the whole
beating incident. Dad told most of it, he even remembered the other boy's
name...the ugly one. Randy. Randy got sent to Juvenile Detention, so we
knew he wasn't involved. Jared had only been fined and sentenced to
community service.
"Who was the arresting officer?" Hauk asked.
"Jim...Jim Rose," I said matter of factly. I remembered because
he's give me his card. He told me to call him if I ever needed him. My
hears skipped a beat. I needed him for sure now! I wondered if he was for
real...or if he was just blowing smoke trying to make me feel better.
Hauk was going to get an answer to that question right away. He had
his cell phone out. He punched in a couple of buttons and put the phone to
his ear.
"Jim? Jim, Dwayne Hauk here. Great. Listen...back a few weeks ago
there was a fight down at the summer ball fields. Right. That's right.
Kid got beaten up...two boys went to the hospital...perp and vic. Right.
Perps were names Randy...and Jared. Yep. I need you to come down to the
station. I have reason to believe the younger boy, Jared may be involved
in another beating...perhaps a kidnapping as well. I know. Okay...and
listen Jim...The vic in that fight? Yeah, young kid named Liam. He's
involved. No. No. Jared seem to have been stalking Liam, trying to lure
him into the shadows again. Yea. I know. Big shit now. See you in
five." He hung up the phone and looked at me.
"Me and Big Jim Rose played football together. We were the Jim Kick
and Larry Czonka of Ball High School," he said with a wink and hint of
prideful smile. I didn't have a clue what he was talking about, except
that I was glad to know Big Jim was on the way.
The drive home was painfully quiet. Hauk and Jim Rose wouldn't let
us come with them back to the beach. Dad was to take us home and to make
sure we stayed there. A huge contingency of officers was already scouring
the beach looking for clues. I found out later that they took monstrous
generators out there and lit up the entire stretch of beach looking for
clues. They didn't find Lenny. I'm getting ahead of myself...sorry.
We went straight to our house, as Jason's Mom called and said they
were all staying over at our house. She and Mom had been waiting this
whole thing out at our house anyway. They all decided me and Jason needed
a healthy support group right now and that neither of us should be alone.
They sensed that Jason and I needed one another too. Too much shit
happening without them pressing the boundaries on our relationship. Thank
god for that.
We filled the women in on all that happened at the station. Mom and
Jason's mom were appropriately sensitive, and outrages at the proper
points. They hugged us up and then told us to go get ready for bed. Jason
and I went upstairs, got some clean boxers out of my drawer and headed to
the shower together. Neither of us was particularly ready for sex, but
even so, it was boner time big time for me being within hands reach of my
wet and beautiful Jason...NAKED, WET, and HANDY! Damn.
We kissed, and held one another under the warm water. We didn't
talk. Words seemed unnecessary. God. Jason is so perfect. I wonder how
it is God smiled on me and let me have this boy as my own? My heart ached
for Lenny, for Brant. I was angry, confused, hurt, and afraid. I was
exhausted. We stood there holding one another until the water got cold and
we finally had to get out. Quietly, we dried ourselves, put on our boxers,
brushed our teeth, and headed back to my room.
"Nite Mom!" I hollered as I was closing the door.
"Nite Sweetie, see you to in the morning," she called back, her
words muffled by the closing door. I locked the door. Then opened it to
look for any keys lurking above the door...any door. None. Satisfied, I
closed and locked the door again.
We didn't switch on any lights, just crawled up in bed. Jason and I
snuggled, he lay on his back, and I snuggled down in the crook of his arm
with my head on the hollow of his shoulder. He smelled of the shower. I
settled in and turned to kiss his chest. We both adjusted slightly, and
now I had my lips against his skin. I smelled his smells with every
breath. The warmth of his body, the rhythm of our breathing and his heart
soon worked their magic and I slipped away into sleep-land.
It was a fitful night. Images of Jared and Randy kept flashing
through my mind. I relived each agonizing millisecond of our fight. I saw
a million things I could have done to defend myself. If I'd done that
better perhaps none of this would be happening today. Visions of the beach
came back and back. Brant...Lenny...Jared. Why was he there? What was
this all about? How could he have fond me? Why didn't he just come get me
on the beach? Maybe because I was too close to the other boys...too hard
to get away if he needed too. Ray was a big guy... Why did he (they?)
pick on two little kids?
OMG! Ray! What would he think or do when he found out about Brant?
Shit.
What an awful night.
Somehow, I passed out. Dreams quit. Deep sleep ensued.
My first realization of morning was when my dick was pressing into
Jason's side. I was stiff. All over. I suppose I hadn't moved all night,
I was afraid to roll over as I didn't want to wake Jason. I'd drooled on
his chest and shoulder. I could feel it under my cheek. My dick felt
damp...I was oozing pre-cum. I started slowly humping my lower body
against his. Jason moaned in his sleep. I moved to between his legs and
lay on top of him, the covers still pulled up around my shoulders --
holding in our body heat. I smell his soap...only faintly now...smelled
our sex though. We hadn't made out last night...but I could smell sex.
Was it just me? Or was Jason leaking too? I moved my hand down to feel
his pubes, his hard dick, touched his balls...moved up to rub his belly. I
felt his wetness too. Both of us horny as hell. Damn.
I leaned in to kiss him. His eyes fluttered, as did his lips.
"Ummmm..." he moaned. Stretched. Smiled. "You can wake me like
this the rest of my life Dufus," he grinned. He kissed me hungrily.
"I want you," I moaned into his mouth ad we kissed. He raised his
knees and spread his legs to accommodate me. More kisses. Slippery down
there...so much pre-cum. I reach for some of the pre-cum and spread it on
his hole. Jason moaned in my mouth. Thrust his hips forward. Releasing
his hold on my back, he took his knees in his arms and pulled them nearly
to his head, lifting his butt in the air. I grabbed my pillow and slid it
under his ass. I moved into position.
I looked at him. His eyes were closed and his head was back. He
was breathing erratically. I looked down at his rock hard abs and belly.
The perfect "y" of his abs pointing the way to his treasure. His dick was
pulsing, throbbing, leaking. I bent forward and took it in my mouth.
Jason trashed his head back and forth. My finger found it's way back to
his boy-hole. I probed. His butt opened and took my finger inside. It
was hot there. Hotter than his chest last night It was alive...his hole.
It wanted my finger deeper...wanted more. I slowly began fingering him in
and out. My head keeping the same rhythm on his pole. Jason began a
chorus of goanings and utterings known only to boy lovers. His taste was
so fine. I felt his corona swell. My treasure. Emptied balls. Pulsing
dick. God, I was delirious with the sensations of Jason in my hands, my
mouth. I let him lower his legs. I lay on his chest a few moments waiting
for him to regain his breath. I kissed his nipple, moved to kiss his chin.
Got up and moved back between his legs...me on my knees. I lift his legs.
"Help me," I plead...he takes his legs back in his hands. I let go.
Take the sperm from his belly that dribbled from my mouth. Lube him with
his own sperm. How erotic is that?
Lining up, I place my head at his entrance. Hot. His hole is hot.
It pulses against the pressure of my penis. A groan escapes his lips as
his asshole slowly expands and my head slips past his boyhood defenses.
Stopping for him to relax. I see the look of pain on his face. It passes.
Lust look takes over. He nods, breaths through his nose. I enter another
inch. Jason whimpers. I stop. Pull back an inch and a half...nearly pull
out, his hands reach for my ass...he pats my very softly on both hips, then
begins to draw me back inside with his manipulating fingertips. I oblige
him, lower myself back inside. His hole clamps down, and he groans out in
pain. I have to stop. I pull out, his head is still back and he's
thrashing his head, saying "no, no, no, don't stop!"
But I pull out. I reach for the nightstand and fish out my bottle
of sweet smelling hand-lotion. I warm a plop of the goop in my hand, then
rub it all over my dick. I rub up some more and then work it into his
sweetness. It quivers at my touch. He whimpers. He begs me to put it in.
"Put it b.b.back..." he demands with ragged breath.
I take my fingers out of him, line myself back up. This time I
slide all the way to the bottom. I collapsed on him and he hled me,
kissing my neck and shoulders. He cried.
"Oh Liam," Jason cried, "you don't know how much I've wanted this."
He won't turn me loose to get a rhythm going. His legs and arms are
wrapped around me, holding me like one of those guys doubling up on a
parachute...the trainers...holding the trainee..I'm Jason's
parachute...what is keeping him from falling. I get it now. He needs me
as much as I need him. I press deeper into him, pulling up out of his arms
to gain more leverage to press harder, deeper. His ass is convulsing.
Taking me deeper and deeper.
I kiss him, kiss his eyes. Taste his tears. Kiss him with salty
lips. Taste his tears, taste his tongue. His head tilts back, I kiss his
Adam's apple. Feel his groaning vibrations on my lips. I lick him,
careful to not leave a mark, but eager to take all of him...all of him
A rhythm starts. Only the very slightest of travel with my dick.
He is holding on tight. I feel his weight. Kiss him, feel him relax a
tiny bit. Kiss him more. More rhythm. Deeper I plunge. Higher I pull
out. Three inches, four. All the way. Faster. Harder. Desperate to cum.
I stop. Jason whimpers a protest...I muffle it with my kisses.
Make him turn over, he doesn't want to. I do. I turn him over. He
finally lets me, all the while protesting through my lip-lock. On his
stomach now, I cradle his perfect ass cheeks. Want to kiss them...but
can't...too desperate for release. Have to fuck him...have to cum inside
him. Need him now. Now. I begin. He does too. Pushing back. Grinding
his ass into my groin. I want this so badly. I want to feel this forever.
My dick sliding slowly in and out. His insides holing on tight. His arms
holding on tight. I lay my full body weight on him as my dick is deeply
impaled in his rectum. I scoop my arms under his chest and pull him tightly
too myself. Kiss his short hair. Nuzzle his neck.
Have to let go a little so I can get our rhythm back. I pull all
the way out. Looking down at his hole I can see it is still open, gaping
for me, I touch it lovingly with three fingers of my right hand. His body
reacts to my touch as if he butthole wants to pull me inside. He is
whimpering now.
"Oh god...Liam...please...please..." Jason begs.
I press back inside. A deep guttural growl comes from him. I pull
him up on his knees, he keeps his head and shoulders on the bed. It's
time. I begin to pump harder and harder. Every thrust he pushed back with
his bottom. He is making a high-pitched mewling noise with each beat of
our love-making. My dick is sore from his grip. We've done this
before...a few times now. But nothing so intimate, so desperate, so
passionate as now. His soft skin, his body heat. His noises, his
passion...driving me over the edge. Throwing my head back I slam in as
deeply as possible. My hands are gripping his waist where he is bent over
and pulling him harder and harder onto my dick. His hands work their way
back to grasp my ass and back of my leg...in desperation his is pulling me
deeper, deeper. The orgasm overtakes me and I lost my mind. The boiling
in my balls erupted and emptied deep inside my Jason. I can't tell who is
making the most noise. It no longer matters...as we are one flesh. One
body. There isn't me and him any more...only us. Head spinning. Goddamn
this is so fine.
No one said anything about our noises at breakfast. His scent is
still in my nostrils. Can anyone else smell this? We'd showered and taken
care of our morning oblations before coming down for breakfast. But I
could still smell his intimate smell. I smiled. I was calmer than I
remember ever being. I felt as if I were a man. A man with a purpose. I
had someone to love. Someone loved me. I also had a reason to work.
Someone else needed me...Lenny. Me and Jason are going to find this
bastard who took my Lenny, the one who hurt Brant. I don't know how I knew
we were the ones...but I knew it.
I'm not afraid. I have Jason. I am a man now. I've grow up over
night. Others may laugh as they will at my resolve. No matter. I know
exactly when I became a man. I did so in the arms of my lover, my Jason.
The doorbell rang. Dad was up in a flash, as were Jason and I. At
the door, it was Big Jim Rose. He didn't look good. This wasn't going to
be good news.
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