Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2009 16:49:05 -0500
From: Andy West <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Alseep On The Beach Chapter 28

Asleep on the Beach

Chapter 28 Lenny's Ordeal

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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.
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	Chapter 28 Lenny's Ordeal


	As I came back to full consciousness I was being wheeled down a
corridor in the hospital.  As you might expect, the bright lights, the
sensation of being moved along on a rolling bed...all these swirling
thoughts in my head...came together at precisely the same moment that dufus
with the pen-light was flashing his light in my eyes as they rolled me
along to this big triage room in the emergency room of the hospital.  The
chaos wasn't as pronounced as on those dumb TV shows that are all over
television...but I have watched enough of that crap to see a resemblance to
what was happening around me here.  Only...nobody was shouting...no bums
hanging around leering at little kids...it was just a hospital, with stinky
medicinal smells all around me.

	I reached up to pull the oxygen mask off my face...damn thing was
annoying.  My strength was amazingly gone.  It felt as though my arm
weighed a ton!  At first I was confused about why...but then I remembered.
I'd been shot.  OMG!  ME! SHOT! FUCK!

	I tried to feel myself where I knew I'd been hit by the
bullet...but there was a mountain of bandages and blankets and other stuff
piled up on top of me.  It would take an act of God for anyone to get near
the wound.  A nurse kept pushing my hand away from my mask, and putting the
damned thing back on my face...and kept pulling my hand away from feeling
at my side.  She was annoying the crap outta me, I can tell you for sure.
Mustering up all the strength I could, finally, I pulled the mask away
before she could stop me.

	"Where's Jason?" I demanded...only...my voice even sounded puny and
pathetic to me, I'm certain it intimidated not a soul there working on me.
"Where's my friends?  Where is Lenny?"  The thought of Lenny lying on that
ratty mattress overwhelmed me and I felt a sensation of tears approaching.
With great effort I suppressed them though.  I needed to be strong.

	The nurse put the mask back on my face and petted my
cheek. ""Honey, I don't know where your friends are...I promise I'll ask
for you.  Okay?  Here...let's get you taken care of first..."  She
proceeded to take vitals and all that annoying stuff.  I wanted to protest,
but it was hopeless.  I was just a dumb little kid, and they were not going
to treat me any differently.

	About that time, a big double door burst open and there was my Dad!
And Mom!  They came rushing to me, and Momma fought her way past nurses and
protesting doctors to get to my side.  I suppose they knew better than to
try to force her to stop.  She came and began to smother me with kisses and
touches.  She was crying, dad was crying...damn it!  I was crying too!  So
much for fortitude!

	Just as the nurse was beginning to try to re-gain control of the
room and get back to actually triaging me...the doors burst open once
again...this time total chaos broke out as a whole crew of EMT's, nurses,
and ER Doctors surrounding a gurney all came bustling into a spot across
the room from my bed.

       It was Lenny.  He was alive!  I lived and died a hundred times in
those moments...my prayers answered...we saved him!

	Now, instead of a sleepy little emergency room...this became ER
like on TV!  Nurses running back and forth; Doctors yelling instructions in
some form of medical foreign language; the intensity level quadrupled in
mere seconds.  I suppose I was stable enough for them...only a gun-shot
over here!  A twinge of guilt panged me for even thinking a thought like
that.  But, I was mesmerized at the activity surrounding Lenny and his bed.

	I began seeing what the nurses and doctors were seeing.  Little
Lenny had been brutalized.  That he had been beaten over and over again was
obvious.  He was barely recognizable.  If it weren't LENNY...I wouldn't
have been able to know him...but his overall size, his blonde hair, his
skin color, his tiny hands...I knew it was him.  He was nude.  No clothes.
Nobody was doing anything about that.  I could see blood everywhere.  Filth
all over him.  Bruises on most every part of his body, torso, legs,
face...holy fuck.  There was blood on the insides of his thighs, coming
from his rectum.  As one of the doctors and nurses were examining him there
I could hear the doctor swearing under his breath and mask.  Everyone in
the room just about was crying.  Even the two uniformed policemen who came
in with the gurney were standing in the back of the room with tears running
down his cheeks.  One of them hit the wall with his fist and turned and
bolted out the door.  He looked as though he wanted to smash something...or
someone.

	Another doctor was working near Lenny's face, carefully turning his
face and cheek; gently probing at Lenny's blood-matted left eye.  I'm no
doctor...but I could tell it was hopeless.  Lenny would lose that eye.
Strangely...at that moment...that wasn't my biggest fear and concern for
him.  I was so afraid he would die right there on that gurney in this very
room...with me strapped in a bed unable to go to him.  Only later...after
all the chaos and confusion...after he was stabilized and me and him had
time to hold one another was I able to properly morn his lost eye.  I'll
get to that in a little bit, but just know that at this juncture...the eye
wasn't my biggest fear.  My precious little Lenny was so helpless looking
lying there on that big gurney.  He seemed so tiny...such a fail little
boy.  The man who did this nearly beat the life out of my precious Lenny.
It was overwhelming to me.


	Okay...I know many of you are wondering about Leslie...where he's
been in all this story so far.  He's been here...I just can't tell you
every detail all at the same time.  I hope you can understand that.  I
mean...this is hard enough just telling you all this shit.  I mean...stuff.
*Sigh*

	When Brant was discovered on the beach that night and rushed here
to the hospital, Leslie was called by my Dad and told about what they knew.
Leslie drove his Jeep over like a NAASCAR driver and nearly beat the
ambulance to the hospital.  He was sick with worry, and nearly fainted at
the sight of poor Brant when he came into the little guy's room and saw how
he had been so abused.  Brant's Mom was there and nearly hysterical with
pain...I mean...she wasn't falling in the floor and screaming...but
everybody knew she was a basket case.  Lenny's Daddy stayed with her the
whole time after that.  There was a bond between them...their boys had been
hurt because they were together.  Within a couple of days the "group" of
people working to understand all this (no...there is no freakin way I can
tell you who all that involved) began to piece together that it was Lenny
who had saved Brant's life...had given Brant a chance to get away.  Of
course, that Lenny was missing and presumed to be in great peril was like a
lead weight on everybody...just pressing and pressing and every tic of the
clock seemed heavier and heavier.  So, Brant became a sort of glue bonding
his Mother, and Lenny's Father.

	That was how Lenny's Dad found out Lenny had been rescued.  He was
in Brant's room with the Lil' guy's Mom...he had brought breakfast for her,
and snuck in some ice-cream for Brant when the news came that Lenny had
been found...alive.

	I suppose nobody told Leslie that I had been wheeled in just twenty
minutes ahead of Lenny.  Because I think he would have come to see about me
if he had.  But, now he came bounding into the emergency room.  The scene
was heart-wrenching...listening to Leslie cry and the desperation.  There
was elation and joy that Lenny was alive and now safe...but horror upon
horror as new damages were realized.  This is why I think it all became a
blur to me: emotional over-load.

	Just as I was about to fall totally apart...the doors burst open
again.  This time it was Jason.  My Jason; and, he was awake.  They pulled
him up beside my own bed.  He reached out a hand for mine, and I reached
for his...but we were too far apart.  Mom saw us, and she reached out and
held his one hand in hers, and my one hand in the other.  Her act of
compassion and tenderness was the single sweetest moment I ever had with my
mother.  In that moment I realized just how precious she was, and how much
she knew about my own heart...what was important to me.  I wasn't some
little kid in a hospital bed.  I was a person who needed her...and Jason
wasn't just another boy...he belonged to me.  Mom bridged the gap between
us.  It was a magical moment, spontaneous...but eternal.

	I'll spare you all the emergency room drama after that.  It was all
such a blur anyway...I remember Jason had a broken front tooth that was
going to have to be capped.  His other wounds were only superficial, and
were going to heal fine, only taking a few days and so forth to go through
a normal healing process.  Still, given the psychological trauma we'd all
been through, the doctors all agreed that the four of us boys were going to
remain in the hospital together for a few days so we could get some
counseling, and for observations.  And mainly...I think anyway...a chance
for the "world" to just go on past us and let us have some seclusion and
let all the firestorm of press, media, and so forth calm down.  Our parents
used the time to come up with plans for the next days, weeks, and
months...we all just needed some time.  Thankfully, none of the staff at
the hospital were being jerks, and none of them made us boys feel rushed,
pressured, or anxious.

       	If you don't mind...I want to move forward to the hospital
room...things got a little better after we all got out of surgery, and
bandaged and delivered to our rooms.  Thanks...I knew you would
understand...


       As it turned out, we ended up on the same wing of the hospital, two
boys in each room.  Me and Jason, Brant and Lenny.  And, our rooms were
right next to each other, so we could see each other anytime we wanted.
Most of the time we were all together anyway...unless there was a danged
test, counseling session, or sleep.





~~00~~0~~00~~


       I felt myself coming awake...it felt like I was freakin Rip Van
Winkle...like I had been asleep 10 years or something.  The drugs, the
emotional draining...all of the pain, the drama...everything had made my
body shut down.  So, as I was coming around that morning it felt like I was
walking up out of a long dark tunnel.  The closer to the top I got, the
more light and air and movement I could feel and sense...but climbing the
last few yards in the tunnel was steep and difficult...exhaustingly so...it
took a great deal of effort to get to the edge...and to open my eyes and
see the morning.  I felt a warmth in my hand, so I turned to see what it
was...and there was a beautiful face looking at me with a radiant smile and
love.  Jason.  He was standing at the side of my bed holding my hand and
looking intently upon me as I shook the remnants of sleep from my mind.  My
returned smile made his even brighter.  Wordlessly he leaned forward and
kissed me very softly on my lips.  His lips were warm and soft...mine were
dry and cracked.  I hadn't realized it until I felt his soft lips upon my
own.

       As he broke his sweet kiss, he leaned back enough to look me
directly in the face, "Good morning sleepy-head!" he said brightly.  He
cocked his head slightly in a really cute puppy-dog imitation that made me
smile.

       "How long was I asleep?" I asked with a gruff voice that surprised
me.

       "Dunno," Jason said as he leaned in to give me another peck on my
lips.  "I just woke up a while ago myself.  We're in the same room I
guess."  He swept the room with a gesture of his arm taking in the entire
room.  Following his gaze and arm gesture, I saw that the smallish room had
two beds...the other was empty, but had obviously been recently slept in.

       "Whoa...cool!" I said sleepily.  His hand holding my own felt so
nice.  If I didn't hurt like hell, and have to go take a leak so
desperately, I would have wanted to stay just in that position for hours.
However, Mother Nature was sure to dominate my thinking very quickly.  I
began stirring restlessly in the bed.

       	"What's wrong?" Jason asked with genuine concern, "Are you hurting?
Should I call someone?"

       	"Na, Dufus!  I just have to pee really bad," I said.  "Can you help
me get up?"

       	Jason looked me with great uncertainty of the wisdom of my
choices...but reluctantly he reached behind my shoulder to lend me a hand
in setting up.  It hurt like hell.  Fuck!

       I laid back down.  There was no way in hell I could get up out of
the bed.  Jeez...I never hurt like this in my whole life!  I must have
turned ashy pale suddenly, because Jason nearly panicked.  He jumped away
from me and was in the hall in a flash.  The attending nurse saw his
movement and wordlessly she was in the room in a flash.  When she got to my
bed she has a maternal look on her face...I was in for it, I could tell.

       "Morning Love," she said kindly, "ready to get up then?"

       I nodded my head no...not gonna try that ever again.  I planned to
lay right here in this blasted bed ten years before I move again.

       "Good, here...I'll help you to the bathroom...I'm sure you need to
go...and I am equally sure you don't want me to have to catheterize you!"
How could you smile and be so nice when you have torture on your lips and
spewing hate speech like this?  GET UP!!!  My gosh...there is no freakin
way I can get up!

       Wrong.

       With strong, capable and experienced hands, she had me pulled up
into a sitting position.  Amazingly, it didn't hurt as much when she helped
me as when I tried on my own...well...Jason was helping...but now I know
he's crap for a nurse!

       She swung my legs around and off the bed, but told me to just sit
like that for a few minutes to gain my bearing...trust me...I wasn't going
anywhere.  And no...no morning wood this time!  I was in too much pain to
be having morning glory issues!

       Holding one hand on my upper arm, and the other behind my back, near
my bottom, she instructed me to stand slowly.  As I slid off the bed and
placed my feet firmly on the floor, her hand slid down to my naked butt!
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!  I must have turned crimson...it seemed to have no effect
on her...but JEEZ!

        All she did was reach for my gown flap and pulled it over my
nakedness...she was kind enough to not say a word about my embarrassment.
My urgency to piss came back to me and I knew I had to make it to the
toilet, or I would make a mess right there on the floor!  So, I started
waddling...or shuffling...whatever the hell you want to call it...toward
the bathroom in the front corner of the room.

       It was a very small bathroom – a sink, low toilet, and tub with a
shower.  There was an emergency pull chord by some sort of alarm thingy by
the tub, and toilet...so if a guy fell on the floor he could get help...but
I was just realizing I was going to have to have some help...I couldn't
stand there all by myself and piss!  O. M. G.

       "Ummm...I ummm..." I stammered as my awareness of this precarament
dawned upon me.  The hospital gown was draped completely around my
front...so in effect I had on a dress!  Shit.  I would have to hold it up
to piss...or sit down.  It was such a low toilet – if I DID manage to
sit on the freaking thing...how the hell could I get up off of it?  Fuck.

       The nurse as not new to this problem though.  She immediately knew
what was running through my head.

       "Don't worry, Baby, I will wait right out here...but you call me if
you need help Honey...I have helped plenty of boys take care of business.
I'm right out here, Sweetheart."  She was too pretty for me to be
aggravated at all the pet names...but it was getting kinda thick...

       "Ummm...I...I don't know if I can stand up by myself..." I said, not
believing my mouth betrayed me so easily.

       Jason to the rescue!

       "Dude, I'll help you!" and in rushed Jason.  The nurse winked at him
as Jason passed her...I had the feeling she already knew me and Jason were
VERY close friends.  Damn.

       He pulled the door closed and wrapped his arms around my chest,
carefully avoiding putting pressure on my abdomen.  Deftly, he began to
gather the gown up into his hands, exposing my full nudity from under the
gown.  Jason nuzzled into my neck and held me firmly under my arm pits with
his encircled arms.  He kissed my cheek just below my ear.

       "Oh Liam," he said breathily into my ear, "I was so afraid he killed
you!"  Jason began to cry softly, his face in my neck.  I could feel his
warm breath, and the dampness from his tears.

       "Dude," I said trying to break a little humor into the situation,
"YOU are gonna kill me if you don't let me piss here!"  Jason giggled into
my neck, kissed my neck once more, then reached down with an experienced
hand and took my now awakening penis into his warm hand and pointed it
toward the toilet.  He nuzzled my neck again and whispered for me to take
care of things.  Slowly, the angst of being watched, and touched down there
subsided long enough for a trickle of pee to begin.  Soon a full stream was
flowing and relief never felt so good!




~~00~~0~~00~~

       One week later...Jason is at home...




       Mom and Dad brought me home from the hospital at 2:30 p.m.  I didn't
want to leave Liam, Lenny, and Brant there...but I didn't get a vote.  I
was discharged after they finally got a dentist lined up with all the
insurance junk who would cap my front tooth.  So when we left the hospital
my first stop was the Dentist Office!  Needless to say...I was not a happy
camper!  By the time I got to my room it was way late in the evening, and I
was starving to death, irritable, sore...and afraid.

       In my room was the first time I had actually been alone
since...since...that day.  Even a passing thought of that day sent a wave
of nausea over me.  Quickly I dismissed the thought so I could stay in
control of my emotions.  It is a self defense mechanism of mine.  I learned
this trick after what Mason did to me before...I learned to block bad
thoughts and images from my mind...well..I guess you'd have to say I pushed
them back down into the darkness of my mind...I don't know if a guy can
actually block thoughts or not...I mean...well...I hope you know what I
mean.

       I walked over to my bed and just flopped out on it on my stomach.
This was comforting...my room, my bed.  My bead-spread, my pillow.  I
pulled the pillow over under my chest and hugged it up like a person...like
Liam.  God...I miss him so much already.  Funny thing is I think I can
still smell his hair on my pillow.  I think he was the last one to sleep on
this...he was!  The thought made me smile.

       Mom called me down to eat just before I about fell to sleep...my
luck!  But I was staving...my stomach growled loudly as I walked into the
kitchen to see what she made.  I guess she knew I didn't feel like eating
much because of my tooth and the dentist trip...she made a bowl of soup!
Perfect.

       I sat down and ate and listened to Mom and Dad make idle
conversation...I was so lost in my thoughts I really didn't hear much of
what they said.  Something about school, about Lenny and Brant...I couldn't
figure out what they meant...I just couldn't focus on anything...I felt
like I was falling into a hole.  I could feel myself slipping away.  The
feeling was surreal...I'm not sure I can explain it.  I was sitting at the
table, I knew the spoon was coming to my mouth, could feel myself
swallow...but couldn't taste the soup.  Mom and Dad were mere inches from
me...but they seemed to be across the room...and the room was getting
bigger and bigger.  The table was growing, and I was moving away from them.
Their voices tiny now...like sounds bouncing off a tin roof.  Only...I
wasn't just moving away from them...I was going down...down...down.  When
the room started spinning I knew I was a gonner...

       I felt Dad's strong arms gather me up and had the sensation of being
carried.  He was taking me up to my room.  Gently, he placed me on my bed,
placing me comfortable in the middle of the bed.  Dad removed my shoes and
socks, and pulled the blanket up over me.  I could sense him leaning over
me and kissing my forehead.  He lingered there a moment, and his presence
was comforting to me.  He sat back upright and was about to rise from my
bed...but I reached my hand out and grabbed his forearm and he paused.

       "Stay with me Daddy?" I said faintly...barely audible.

       Dad patted my hand and settled back down to his seated position at
my side.  "I'll stay as long as you need me, Son...I'm right here Buddy."
I nodded understanding and snuggled up with his arm and drifted off to
sleep.  This time I had something to hold on too...so there was no falling
sensation...only the haze of sleep settling over me until my mind was
blank.




       Deep into the night I woke.  The room was nearly dark...only the
eerie glow of the hallway nightlight that we used so people could find the
bathroom in the nighttime.  My bedroom door was open...Dad must have left
it open when I fell asleep.  I always slept with it closed...that was why
the glow in my room was so foreign to me...I prefer the darkness at night.
I was lying on my side, so I rolled over on my back and let myself gather
my senses.  I knew it was early morning...I looked over at the clock to
confirm my thoughts...4:30 a.m.  Damn.

       Lying there in the dimness I kept my mind blank.  I suppose my
sub-conscious mind knew that even a hint of the boys would pull me back
into a tail-spin.  Whatever the case...my mind was blank.  After lying
there for nearly fifteen minutes, I was more aware of my surroundings...the
comforts of my own room warming me, helping me relax.  I realized as I
relaxed more that I had been tense.  Everything seemed to make me jittery
and jumpy...all around me things mad me think...and thinking wasn't
helping...

       Only, here...in my own room...I was relaxing.  I could smell myself.
Need a bath.  So, reluctantly I rolled over and made me way to the edge of
the bed.  As I crawled out from under the blanket, I could feel the cool of
the air from the A/C blowing upon my bare skin, causing me to shudder
slightly.  Goose-bumps rose on my arms, and I held them together and rubbed
them vigorously with my hands.  Standing up, on auto-pilot my thumbs went
to the waistband of my shorts and I dropped them and my boxers to the floor
and stepped out of them.  My tee shirt was over my head before my mind knew
I was taking it off.  There I stood stone cold naked at the side of my bed.
I grinned at the idea of Mom popping her head in the room to check on
during the night...she's get an eye full if she did that right then!

       Normally, I wouldn't get naked first before going to the
bathroom...no one was upstairs but me...but modesty being king and all...I
just never walked around the house in my splendor...if you know what I
mean.  But this late at night I had little fear of being discovered in the
buff...so off to the shower I trotted.  Also...normally I would have taken
all I needed to get ready...at least some clean undies and a tee
shirt...usually some shorts of some kind too...sweats in the winter time.
Tonight...I was daring.  Naked as the day I was born, I walked down the
hall to my bathroom.

       Feeling accomplished, I closed the door while snapping on the
light. A quick adjustment of the water temp and I was set.  I climbed in
and just stood under the steamy water for a very long time letting it
seemingly melt my woes, fears, angst, and worries down the drain as it
cascaded down and off my body.  I scarcely recall soaping up...but I am
sure I did for later I could smell the clean soapy-boy smells as I lay in
my bed.

       What I do remember is the water getting cool and the reluctance to
turn it off and get out.  But cold water has a way of persuasion that is
hard to argue with...so I got out.  Damn...I forgot to set out a fresh
towel!  I rummaged until I got one and then dried myself off.  Walking to
the mirrored vanity, I could see my own body in the reflections.  I have a
nice bod...even if I say so myself.  I ran my hands down my chest and
abdomen, past my firm belly and cup my jewels in my hand, hefting the
weight and admiring their fullness in the mirror.  Damn...it has been over
a week since I got to give the boys a work-out!  I could sense they were
not going to have to wait much longer for exercise.  The thought made me
smile.  I looked up at the mirror...then the memories flooded back.

       Bruises...my face was nearly fully bruised up.  Both eyes were still
black.  My lips were still swollen and the cut on them was only halfway
healed.  I reached to touch it gingerly...wondering if I would always have
a scar...only to think that Liam would carry his scars forever.  Damn.
Liam.

       Shuttering at our plight...I was no longer in a jacking-off mood.
The fear, dread, and mourning had once again crept upon me unawares.  Would
this happen to me the rest of my life?  Would I have flash-backs to Liam
falling, Lenny's blood, ray's screams every time I looked in a damned
mirror?  Would every gravel road, every country barn hold these memories
for me?  Would I be haunt dot death by morbid fears and memories of insane
men who hurt small boys?  I didn't know if I should cry or hit someone
right at the moment...I might do both!

       Stumbling over something in my room, I made my way to my bed and sat
down.  The bedding felt strange under my bare ass.  I wondered what I could
have stumbled over...I never EVER leave stuff scattered around my room.
Liam was all the time tossing things around in his room...Mine is never
messy...I prefer it that way.  I leaned over and switched on my bedside
lamp...there was the culprit!  Daddy left my shoes out in the floor!
Rolling my eyes at his sinful ways...I smiled, stood, made my way over and
picked up my shoes and socks and stowed them correctly.  Can't leave things
for tomorrow.  Nope.

       Standing at my closet door, where there was a full length mirror on
the inside of the door, I paused to review my naked form again.  My ass is
round and smooth, I love the curves.  Strong legs...defined
quads...mmmm...nice.  I ran may hand lovingly down my body and my thighs.
Purposefully, I avoided my boy-parts.  Though...I couldn't help but notice
I needed to trim my pubes tomorrow...they were getting a bit longer and
more spread-out than I liked.  I don't have them like some boys do...but I
don't go all freaky with them either.  I decided I had better go get some
clothes on ...my luck would have Mom come see about me sure enough after
they heard the shower going.  So, I closed the door and made my way to the
dresser.  I pulled out a favorite tee shirt I had stolen (borrowed) from
Liam, and smelled it.  Mom always made the clothes small so nice...the
shirt was soft and cool on my face.  Undies next...boxers.

       I kept hose in a separate drawer, and yes...in case you didn't know
it by now...my undies drawer is organized too.  Briefs neatly folded in one
small pile...Mom buys them, but I seldom wear them.  Eventually she will
get the hint.  Boxers in two other neat stacks.  I used to separate them
all by colors...light colored ones in one pile...but I decided that was
just too anal...

       Then I noticed something wasn't right.  Mom long since has stopped
folding and putting away my clothes.  First...she said I need to do my own
stuff – you know the drill...but also, I can't stand it when she just
tosses stuff in my drawer.  I hate that.  So...I noticed right away that
someone had been in my drawer.  Right there on the bottom was a pair
unfolded and sticking unceremoniously from under the pile.  I know I didn't
do that.  Who else?

       Well...only one other person in the world would be in my undies
drawer...Liam.  My heart skipped a beat.  Usually he just grabbed the top
pair if he needed some...he know I'd be pissed if he upset the pile or
something stupid like that.  No...this was on purpose.

       I reached the pair of boxers out of the drawer and held them up
towards my face.  Those were my old favorite pair!  The thin ones Liam
stole (borrowed) from me!  He brought them back?  Why?

       I sniffed them...then I knew.

       They weren't clean.  He hadn't brought them back for me...he left
them for me to find.

       I opened the fabric folds a tiny bit and pulled them to my nose and
breathed deeply in...

       O.M.G...!

       Liam...sweet, sweet Liam.  He had jacked off in these boxers.  He
left them here for me!  He must know about me then...He knows his underwear
turn me on!  God...I love him so much.  The smell of his semen on the
boxers gave me an instant tree-root sprung to life at my middle.

       Even before I got back to the bed, I was jacking.  I got under the
blankets, then pulled them low enough to expose my groin...his dirty boxers
at my face with one hand, the other firmly holding my rock hard cock.  My
eyes were closed to heighten my senses to his essence...and my imagination
took over...it wasn't my hand on my dick...it was sweet Liam's.  It wasn't
my rhythm...it was his.  Oh how I wanted him, needed him.  As I jacked long
and slow...my head turned side to side and I let the tension build.  I am
not huge down there...but my swelling member was long enough to more than
fill my hand.  Replacing the grip enough I let the friction move up from
the base toward my dick-head.  My thumb would rub over the top and each
pumping action sent shutters down my lower body.  My legs clenched
involuntarily as my orgasm approached...how I wanted it to wait...I wanted
to last a long, long time...but damn I need it now!  Semen was flying
through the air before I knew the orgasm had been achieved.  I felt the hot
then coldness of it as it landed on my chest...then...then the waves of
pleasure overtook me and drowned me in ecstasy.  Wave after wave...pools of
semen on my chest and belly.  Hot...wonderful semen...then coolness as the
heat quickly dissipated.  But even the coolness was erotic.

       Usually, I wipe up, pull on my undies and pull up the covers and
roll over so I won't get caught doing the nasty by an unsolicited wake-up
call the next morning...but this time I lay there with my semen all over
me...and Liam's (my) boxers firmly to my face.  The breathing erratic...the
bliss unfathomable.

       I woke with sunlight peeping through the blinds.  I was cold...the
blankets at my feet...my nakedness on full display.  I was flaccid, but
exposed...and dried semen all over my chest and abdomen.  I smiled at the
thought of sleeping naked...naked and dirty with my seed all over me...and
exposed.  Damn.

       I stretched and yawned...reached for my boxers (Liam's), and pulled
them on.  Reluctantly, I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and
stretched again.  Something out of place caught my attention.  There by the
bedside lamp was a note...

       "Son...we have gone to the hospital to check on the boys,
       we'll be back to cook breakfast.  Get cleaned up and watch
       TV if you want until we get back." ~ Love Dad.

       Busted!



       I anxiously await your comments as always! ~ Andy

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