Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2009 14:26:10 -0600
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep On The Beach 27
Asleep on the Beach
Chapter 27 Let's Begin Again
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.
For Alex! This chapter is for you buddy! ~~~~~Happy Birthday!~~~~
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Writer's notes: Gosh...so many new friends, and emailers! Jeez! And, I
know all of you are excited to pick back up. Ummm...A friend in Malaysia
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Thanks for the input on the song, "All The Things She Said," by t.A.T.u. -
this is a great addition to my work. Also, another good friend, Crispin
from the New England area sent me music for the other song I'm using here;
"I Want To Know What Love Is," by Foreigner. (You may want to YouTube
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Chapter 27 Let's Begin Again
"All the things she said All the things she said Runnin' through my head
All the things she said All the things she said Runnin' through my head All
the things she said All the things she said This is not enough, enough...
I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost If I'm asking for help it's only
because Being with you has opened my eyes Could I eva believe such a
perfect surprise?"
~ All The Things She Said, t.A.T.u.
~~00~~0~~00~~
Sirens wailed as the ambulance thundered down the gravel road
heading to the hospital. Men poking him, touching him...feeling for
pulses, taping things to him...damned mask on his face...bouncing up and
down and jostled here to there...Jason knew he was in an ambulance...a
comforting thought...a scary thought. "At least I'm freakin alive..."
Jason thought, "But Damn! Wait! What about...OMG ! Liam!" Jason tried to
sit up...strong hands pushed him down.
"Looks like he's coming around..." a strange voice said...it was
distant...like coming from another room...yet he Jason knew it was the man
sitting beside him. A harsh bright light shown into his eyes...but Jason
couldn't blink...the man had his eyelid trapped open with his thumb.
"Get off me! Dickwad!" Jason wanted to yell...but couldn't ...a soft
rubber mask was on his face, pumping oxygen into his mouth and nose. The
coldness of the air in the mask hurt his teeth. The light faded...Jason
drifted back to the quieter place he'd just come from. Only...it wasn't
quiet this time. The sirens, the swaying of the ambulance...something
else...
Music. It was music. Strange that. Here? Why...how? What
song...a hurried desperate tune...
"...Runnin through my head..."
Yes...that was it...a song...two girls. t.A.T.u.
...only...Jason and Liam were the girls...Jason wanting to kiss
Liam...afraid too...but all the things he said just...
"Runnin' through my head All the things she said All the things she
said Runnin' through my head All the things she said All the things she
said This is not enough, enough..."
"Liam. He can't be dead. Oh God, please don't let him be dead..."
Jason's mind was a flutter with noises, thoughts, music, sirens...images of
Liam's face...all popping in like flashes of the video.
Rain...desperation...Liam...
As tears silently dripped down the side of his face, the paramedic
(who had a fourteen year old son of his own) was moved at the sight of the
bloody and bruised boy. The sight at the barn was horrific...even the
seasoned paramedic wasn't so sure that poor little blond kid would make
it...these boys had risked their very lives for the little kid. The
paramedic daubed gently at the tears but couldn't stem them. He thought
they were about the obvious physical pain the boy was suffering...only...he
couldn't see the real source of Jason's tears...it was "all the things she
said...runnin through my head..."
~~00~~0~~00~~
The rural barn in Galveston County, just down a gravel road seemed
straight from a coffee-table picture book of Texas living; replete with all
appearances of a simple, sleepy south Texas rural setting. The simple
life. Fields of grass, scattered Pecan and Oak trees, blue skies, puffy
little clouds drifting relentlessly from the south sky...droopy electric
co-op wires stringing down dusty gravely roads...cattle -- a staple of
Texas country-sides -- lazily watching the sudden and un-natural scene
bursting through the shimmering South Texas morning heat. Longhorn steers
notoriously have a short memory...but odds were they would remember this
day for a while...if cows really do care...the rest of us did...and do...
The next hours at were a cacophony of sirens, police vehicles,
ambulances, and reporters. Ray was the most seriously wounded by the gun.
He received a smashing but glancing hit to the head, and was bleeding
profusely. The Paramedics had Care-Flight Helo's already out there by the
time they had him stabilized enough to transport. Triage at the scene
determined a fractured skull, but perhaps no missing brain tissue. Seems
as if his movement and the trajectory of the bullet resulted in a glancing
blow...a fierce one, but fortunately a result that would let Ray live to
fight another day. It would be many days before there was much fight in
the boy that anyone would be intimidated by...his fight today was for
survival; and we all know now that Ray is a fighter.
Liam was the next most serious gunshot wound. Fortunately, the
bullet passed through without hitting vital organs or bones, passing
through his right side. There would be many intestinal tears and repairs to
be mended...but at least...he didn't appear to be in life threatening
situation, still, for caution's sake he was Care-Flighted out as well.
Jason, the least seriously injured was taken by ambulance to the
local hospital. He suffered a concussion, broken front tooth, cuts,
contusions, and so forth...and a goddamned bad headache.
Lenny. Sweet Lenny. How horrible is this to talk about. Jeez.
If I have to stop for a while and cry...please bear with me. Some of you
guys are a bit mad that I have taken so long to write this shit...but trust
me...it is taking a toll on me. My dear, dear, Lenny.
~~00~~0~~00~~
Unconscious, Liam lay motionless in a heap at the cuspis of the
very bed holding his sweet Lenny; the pain and shock of being shot
overwhelming his senses and he passed just as he saw his love, Jason,
collapse from the blow directly to the face by that monster with a gun.
Liam's last thought before losing himself to the darkness was the taste of
Jason's lips, the smell of his hair...then he slipped away into an abyss of
darkness and chaos.
It was Jason's smell that kept Liam's mind struggling to emerge from
under the vale of darkness. The fragrance of his shampoo, and the
Irish-Spring soap Jason loved to use...the ever-present boy scent
permeating from adolescent youths...combining...swirling
smells...overpowering in their addictive powers to lure a lover into the
web of sensuality...
Even in this dark and tragic scene...it was Jason's smells that
pulled Liam's mind forward into activity. Sweet Jason...brave Jason.
Sexual knowledge of a boy is an intimate thing; and Liam and Jason were
definitely intimate. The last time they made love...that is what it
was...it wasn't sex. It was love. Something inside himself made Liam know
that things were different because of it. Loving Jason made Liam stronger.
Loving Jason gave Liam a reason to become bigger on the inside of
himself...to be better...more decisive...more assertive. It was a swelling
(ya...there too!) of himself. Liam was not all alone anymore. Now...now
Jason was more than his best friend whom Liam secretly craved and lusted
for...now Jason was Liam's lover. A reason: Jason. So, now that he
belonged to someone...someone belonged to him...somehow...this meant Liam
had to step forward into his awakening manhood. A few weeks ago...Liam was
a boy. Now he didn't feel like a boy.
Lenny had passed out just before Ray heroically stormed the door
with all the bravado of The Duke, or perhaps Eastwood. Little Lenny knew
nothing of the unconscious pair of rescuers lying beaten, bloody, and
hurting at his feet, nor was he aware of the brave young hero crumpled at
the door of the barn...whose very actions may have indeed brought salvation
to Lenny. Time was so terribly critical. A brain can only survive moments
without proper oxygen. Five more minutes of the police trying to figure on
a safe course of action would no doubt have rendered this story much
differently. But, Ray was young and stupid, foolish and brash...and a
hero. Many people live great amounts of their lives before a defining
moment comes upon them. George Bush stood upon the ruins of a towering
symbol of power and prestige...buildings reduced to a mountain of
smoldering ruins entombing thousands of lives. With a bullhorn in his
hand, Mr. Bush became a Commander in Chief. Today...in a barn in a small
Texas outskirt...in this day, a young thin boy meets destiny head on. With
reddish hints in his youthful locks, only a smattering of hair under his
arms and none on his chest...this boy of intense blue eyes, and passion in
his breast pushing him to greatness...this boy living only brief moments
upon the earth prior his call to duty; his call to stand up and face his
fate -- stands up. This young boy stands up. Stand indeed. With gathered
crude wooden weapon at hand...he changed the lives of many. He stepped
into manhood with a gathered deep breath and determination to meet evil
face to face. Man to man. Good prevailed. Ray saved the day.
~~00~~0~~00~~
Now...as for the bastard who inflicted such dastardly and cowardly
evil upon the most innocent among us. Who the hell was he...and why did he
do this deed? Sadly...much information went to his fateful grave. I'll
share what was pieced together by good police work, searches of property,
interviews and...just stuff we know. But first, I simply have to say this.
If ever one believed in after-life, and punishment for evil work...this man
deserved such. Personally, I do believe. I believe there is good and
evil, right and wrong, and consequences for choices. I won't go into a
heaven or hell speech on you...it is an un-winnable argument. One simply
must have faith and believe...or he doesn't. It boils down to just that
simplicity. I have this theory: Evil is the absence of good. Evil does
not exist in itself. Oh, we SEE it everywhere...the evidence of it...the
ruin of all it touches. But what we see in truth is the lack of goodness.
A void, afterall not a substance, but a vacuum or lack of substance. There
is no such thing as darkness. We cannot define darkness except to say it
is lacking light. Light we can comprehend. Darkness is the lack of light.
So...I believe Jared's father was evil; devoid of goodness. Missing the
element of whatever part of humanity which contains compassion, morality,
and goodness. Empty. That was Brian Fitzgerald. Fitz, as he was known,
hated everybody he knew. The feeling was always mutual by any who knew
him. His wife left him, taking her two small boys years before. But,
Fritz , ever the cunning man, was very capable of treachery. Waiting,
patiently...brooding is schemes...he tracked and found his family. Her
selfish act of defying him and taking his children...her defiance of his
total control of all within his grasp...was met with brutality. Frits left
the dingy apartment with only the oldest boy, Jared, who was six at the
time...the others wouldn't be found for days...long enough for Frits to
find a place to lay low and let the law forget. They always forgot. He
didn't. Ever.
Jared was a whinny child...he's have to be toughened up. But he was
a pretty boy. That would be useful. Yes. Useful indeed. No need for a
family now...all he'd need to take care of his baser needs were now totally
within his control. This would do fine...
At sixteen, Jared had forced all the memories of his mother and baby
brother from his mind. He often faintly heard their pleas at nights...it
drove him to the brink of madness so many times. He simply could not
survive and remember. The nightly abuse at his father's fists and
grotesque cock were also things he had to shut down in his mind. Any
resistance left him battered and bloody...days of recovery. No, there
could be no resistance. Had to allow domination to survive. Then...he met
a kid at school. Nathan. Nate was a bully. Jared could relate to this.
He could fit in. Days and weeks past...summer came...the boys found a
dominance/subservient role and became inseparable. Even when Jared brought
Nate home...and Nate was introduced to the baser carnal lust of
Fritz...oddly, the boy's friendship survived. But it changed.
Nate morphed quickly into a smaller, and a bit less cruel version of
Fritz...even claimed some of Fritz's stake in Jared. Jared preferred Nate.
Nate found a smaller kid at the ball fields...decided the little shrimp
shouldda asked permission to wuss out and come crying around Nate's world.
Kid had to be a faggot anyway...who cries at a baseball diamond?
Only...the little guy had spunk...nearly kicked their asses. Jared saved
the day, blindsided the kid after he put Nate on the ground. They almost
got away with it...but for that damned coach. Shit the luck. Fucker
looked like some old military fart...but like a guy who'd tear their arms
off if pushed to it. The law came. Big trouble...but the worst was when
he got home.
Fitz was livid. They wanted to take his fuck-boy away. Stupid
bastard kid shouldda killed that fucking pipsqueak and gotten away clean.
Now Frits would have to settle things. It would take a bit of time...but
Frits would beat them. They failed, the Law did. They quit. They always
quit. Frits wouldn't. Fritz beat Jared until learning what he needed to
give seed to his scheme. A trap...lure the freaky little bastard faggot
out into the open and then Fritz could tip the scale back to his own sense
of balance.
~~00~~0~~00~~
One thing Fritz hadn't counted on: Ray. Well. Ray, and Liam, and
Jason. It all went so smoothly...except for when the little pissy kid
kicked him in his nuts out on the beach...that was not a smart thing. Kid
would never forget that lesson...be sure you finish a job if you start it.
Fuck's sake...that kid nearly killed him ...Fritz literally threw up over
the pain...bastard boy would not like what happed next...Fritz was certain
of that. The first whiny boy reminded Fritz of his own piss-ant boy Jared
at the same age...all afraid and whiny. The other boy had balls...stupid
as fuck...but at least he had balls. All Fritz had planned on doing was
getting that fuckhead kid out in the open that messed up his own world.
Fritz planned on seriously fucking that boy up...making him pay. These two
other boys did not factor into his plans completely...but his predator
sexuality dominated everything else...watching the two boys rutting around
on the beach was more than Fritz could silently let pass.
Then the blonde kid did the number on his nuts...Fritz just sort of
lost control after that. First kid got away...Blondie would pay.
Everything was great until Ray burst through that damned barn door.
Fritz was thinking this blond-headed boy would just about make things
balance out afterall. Maybe he could sneak the faggot down to
Mexico...hide out until the heat was off...by then the boy wouldn't want to
run away...
In thirty seconds everything changed. First shot knocked down the
boy in the door way. Then. Before he really had more than reflex action
and instinct to guide him...Frits felt the cold hard steel barrel of a .45
Auto at his head. He heard the tale-tell sound of the hammer being cocked.
The dull thud at his skull was all he really felt...not enough time to
prepare for the darkness engulfing him immediately afterwards. The
crumpled body of Fritz spazamed in a heap of his own body waists. The hole
in his head smoked from the heat of the bullet that ended his madness. He
would never again hurt a boy with his vileness, his days of treachery were
over. Jason's father saw to it. No police, no courts, no lawyers...just a
father's righteous indignation. Some of you may feel this was
vigilanticism. Whatever you may call it...it was right. A fitting end to
a bad, bad man.
Officer Hauk, and Big Jim entered the barn swiftly after the shot
ending Fritz'. Hauk took the gun from Jim, wiped his finger prints from
the gun and told him to go call 911. Nobody was going to jail over this
bastards death. It was an unspoken bond between battle hardened soldiers.
Justice done was justice served. Enough suffering had already been
endured.
Now the healing must begin.
~~00~~0~~00~~
Liam could feel himself coming back to consciousness. Could feel
the warmth coming to him, like a distant heater somehow injecting heat into
his veins. His guts were quite literally on fire, and he felt as if
someone had wailed on him with a ball-bat...or...maybe worse...
Liam's perspective...
Yeah...damn this hurts. My guts...I just never knew you could
actually FEEL your guts. I mean...this burning...it is...here, right
here...I can touch it...but goddamnit hurts. When I put my hands on my
belly where the bullet went in I felt my own guts...I think that is what
made me pass out. I guess if you have never actually touched them you
can't know what I mean...I sure as hell never knew what this was like.
Okay...look. Reach in your pants right now...slip your hand in your
undies...go on... Now. Touch your dick. Feel it? You know EXACTLY what
you got in your hand right now...right? It is like that with your
intestines...only...they are supposed to be inside all comfy and tucked
inside out of reach. Thrust me...they feel much better on the
inside...completely untouched.
So, I figured out that I was in a helicopter -- hella cool!
Only...fuck..this hurts to much to enjoy this...and how many times am I
ever gonna get to ride a freakin helicopter? A HELICOPTER! *Sigh*
Ouch...can't do that shit either...grrrrr
Okay...I'm stalling...because this makes me cry. I can't help it.
Thinking about Jason and Lenny being so...*sigh*...just let me work through
this will you? I know I'm being erratic and skitzy here...but all this is
jumbled up inside me right now...
I know Ray was hurt...he just dropped like a dead person. And,
before I rushed forward with Jason...I could see that Ray pissed his pants
when he was shot. I was embarrassed for him...but mad as fuck that he was
hurt...inside I was praying he wasn't killed. Then...when I really saw
Lenny. Damn. My heart just dropped. Seeing him all nude, dirty,
bleeding...and his eye...OMG...I know it made me lose momentum and my
stride. Maybe that is why I got shot.
*Sigh* Hold on...gotta wipe my eyes here...
Lenny's was laying on his belly on this piss-soaked mattress...all
ratty and shit. His beautiful butt cheeks were covered in filth,
dirt...feces, and blood...the way he was laying, his hands and arms were
under him...I know now his wrists were bound by a zip-tie, and his ass was
more or less sticking out...I guess it would be better to say he was bent
at the waist and his bottom was protruding out in a very ...ummm...obvious
way. Obvious that someone had left him that way...left his buttocks and
his anus exposed for un-natural things. In a glance I knew he'd been
raped...all my worst fears...well...nearly my worst fears...so painfully
there with no doubt. His precious anus was terribly bruised and swollen,
and blood was all on the insides of his thighs...this foul deed had
happened repeatedly. I'm just a freakin little kid and I knew this. My
God.
The next thing I saw in an instant was the gag... could see it was
damp with vomit and spit...vomit was all over him; his chest, chin,
neck...all over where his tiny head was laying...
Then I saw his face...really saw it...is eye was bleeding...bleeding
too badly for this not to be seriously bad...in only a glance I knew he
would probably never see with that eye again. I felt myself about to
vomit...
That is when I got shot. As I fell I saw Jason get hit in the face
with the pistol...I saw him falling...but I didn't see him hit the
ground...I passed out.
It was his smells that brought me around here on this helicopter.
Jason's smells. I know...that don't make any sense. I can't explain WHY
it happened that way...I'm just telling you it happened. I could very
literally smell his shampoo...his soap...his...his boy parts. I
could...and I began waking up in this helicopter. I looked around...so
many pieces of equipment. I thought it would be bigger in here...but is
was very cramped for space...but there was enough crap in here to outfit a
whole emergency room at a hospital...but...I guess this was a flying
hospital emergency room afterall, wasn't it?
I love Jason. Lenny is my...my little buddy; my sexy little buddy.
Maybe something else can happen between us...I hope so...but... Jason. I
love Jason. Only...I don't know how to love a boy. I don't know how to
love Jason. How am I going to do this? How am I to actually make sure
Jason loves me? How do I make sure that IF he really, really dos love
me...that what we have lasts? And what does it really mean to love a boy?
I mean...god. I don't know what the hell I mean. This is too much for me.
My guts are on fire and I am in love with a boy. WTF?
But...I know it. I know I love him. Only...I can't possibly tell
anybody how this feels. And how could I tell anybody anyway? What happens
when everyone knows? When the people at school hear about all of what
happened today in that barn...everyone in school will know I am a queer.
That's what they call people like me at school. Queer. Faggot. Gay. One
word is totally interchangeable to those homophobes. They don't care who
they hurt with their words, their insults, their sneers. Not one ounce of
compassion for anyone who they remotely consider poofy, of fluffy, or soft.
In their minds...being gay means wearing panties and a bra, lipstick and a
dress. Being gay means hangin in darkened parks, mall bathrooms, and seedy
street corners trolling for a old pervert to suck off...or have your ass
held while a whole football team bangs your ass and jizes cum all over you
ass and back and mouth. Like a freakin porn movie. That is being
gay...and that is what I will be labeled as just as soon as this freakin
helo lands. My life is over...
No. It isn't over. I have Jason. He charged that barn for
me..because he loved Lenny, yes -- that he loved Ray...yes. But he didn't
charge that barn for Ray, for Lenny. He charged that barn, that
gun-wielding maniac...for me. Jason knew I loved Lenny, and that I was
going in to rescue Lenny. Only...He wouldn't let me go in alone...Jason
was with me all the way. "Damn the torpedoes...full speed ahead!" Yup.
That was Jason. My Jason. So, Yes, I love Jason. And...No. No, my life
isn't over. Those bastards at school can bite rocks. I love Jason. And,
I am going to be with Jason. Jason is going to show me what love is. Yes.
That is it. Jason can show me what love is. I will show Jason my love is
real...but he will show me how to love him. We're in this all the way.
Only...I have to do it. I have to ask. I have to make him show me.
He won't unless I take the lead. If I leave this to him...I'll never know.
Don't ask me how I know this...I just do. I know that today, as soon as I
see him: I have to tell him, I have to tell him he is going to show me how
to love a boy...my boy. My Jason.
Who was that band? Wait...Hold it! Hold on...I can hear
it...coming to me ...
"I gotta take a little time A little time to think things over I better
read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older
Now this mountain I must climb Feels like a world upon my shoulders I
through the clouds I see love shine It keeps me warm as life grows colder
In my life there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it
again Can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life
I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I
know you can show me"
...the music faded to the back of my mind...never silent...only
less dominant...the helicopter was landing. Is this where they brought
Lenny My poor, poor Lenny. "God, don't let him die. God keep him here."
Is Jason going to be brought here? I need my Jason. No...Jason needs
me...I have this feeling we are all going to need each other to
survive...Ray, Brant, Lenny, Jason...and me. We need each other. I think
we will forever need one another.
~~00~~0~~00~~
I have to tell all you guys this, the reception I have received
from this story and especially these last several chapters is...humbling.
I just am speechless (hard to do to a writer). So far, you have all been
with me through an incredible journey that in actuality is spread over very
few days...but feels like forever.
Oh...before I forget. Several of my friends have had big mile
stones come upon them recently. Adam, from England has had a very
important birthday recently! Happy Birthday, Adam! Shaun, too has had a
big birthday. Shaun is such an unbelievable guy...congratulations my
friend. Evangelos is celebrating his happy birthday as we
speak...and... Lastly...Alex, from near my home town: Happy birthday Alex!
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