Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:27:35 -0500
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 3
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The people are fictional, and are
not intended to resemble, nor relate to any real individual or individuals.
The plot is fictional, not real. The inspiration and motivation for this
story resides entirely within the confines of my mind. Certain incidences
and happenings in my past brought me to the understandings that lead to the
creation of these characters and story. I've received so many responses --
thanks! To those of you who are in young and budding relationships
yourselves...remember, your life is important...my life is important. Live
it!
Many of you have been so kind as to ask about my friend Jake, I appreciate
your words of encouragement. I will keep you all informed should I hear
from my friend, as I know you feel some connection, and most of you are
very compassionate men. Some have asked if we are/were boyfriends, or
lovers, or just what is the nature of our relationship. Hopefully, you'll
all understand that I need to hear from him, and at some point I'll share
with you what he will allow. Thanks for all the wishes and hopes for happy
endings in this matter.
Asleep On the Beach
Chapter 3
Previously...
I got up and stretched, then peered into the room. He was curled
up, softly nestled into the blanket, peacefully asleep; seemingly not a
care in the world. This was the same boy who was crying like a child just
a few hours ago. Now he looked like a dream. I sat down softly beside
him, gently placing my hand upon his shoulder and rubbing him from atop the
blanket. He purred a bit and began to stretch under the blanket. I
watched as he rolled over on his back, pulled is arms from under the
blanket and reached over his head with a massive yawn and stretch. His
arms fell back on the bed to his sides and he looked up at me. I noticed a
sizable tent in the middle of the blanket. He smiled. I smiled.
Chapter 3
"Are you awake?" I asked.
"Mmmhmm," he mumbled, the grin still on his face. I was studying
his features, trying to memorize each detail. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"Letting me sleep. I can't believe how sleepy I was." His eyes
were just as busy as mine as he looked me over from top to bottom. I know
he knew he had an erection, but as he didn't mention it, I didn't either.
"It's probably because of the sunburn, and...and all the excitement
of the afternoon," I offered. We were both speaking very softly still.
"Look Lenny, there are a few things I need to tell you."
"Okay," he whispered, his smile now fading as his gaze dropped away
from me. Carefully, I reached up and caressed the side of his soft cheek
with the back of my fingers. He snuggled his head against my touch...in an
affectionate way. I moved my fingers under his chin, lifting is face
toward mine. Our eyes met.
"I like you, Lenny," I said, my voice quivering just a little, "I
like you a lot actually. And that's a little weird..because I don't even
know you really...you've been asleep nearly all of the time I have known
you!" We both smiled at that. I took a deep breath, looked him full in
the face and just plunged right in, "I'm gay. I...," he tried to
interrupt, but I resisted the interruption by shaking my head and
continued. "It's okay, I want to talk to you about this. Nobody else in
the whole world knows this about me, not even Mom and Dad. I don't know
how they'd react, so I just can't take the risk of telling them. That will
happen in time. Well, no one knows but Jason. He knows, and he loves me
anyway. We've been best buds since second grade. We used to shower
together when we were younger, but we never did anything together. He is
as straight as a...a...whatever...he's just not into guys...if you know
what I mean. I don't know why I'm telling you this...and why now. I
just...well...it seems to me like you just need a friend right now. Look,
I don't know what your story is...and it's entirely your business. I just
want you to know that if you need someone to talk to about stuff, I'm
here."
We were both silent for a long time after that. I felt pretty corny
for that speech, and was beginning to feel embarrassed about how all this
was going. Now I had no idea about where to go, or what to do or say.
"Liam," he said in his sexy voice. I looked at him.
"Huh?"
"You talk too much," he said with a mischievous grin. I looked at
him with a blank expression...I had absolutely no control over my own body
and mind when I was around him...a total goof ball. He reached for my hand
and I jumped a bit at his touch, he was not deterred. I felt my hand being
dragged under the blanket...toward the tent still erected there (pun
intended). Stars started swirling around my head and eyes, I realized I
had stopped breathing. I thought breathing was an automatic physiological
thing. Breathe. I had to tell myself to do this.
Lower he pulled my hand. I could feel the warmth of his skin. He
was as soft as a baby. Smooth, hot, tender. God. My fingers brushed his
abdomen. I was in heaven. I felt the sloping of his muscles towards his
boyhood. His skin was incredibly soft, the muscles firm. I couldn't
believe I was touching another person so intimately.
Without pause, he brought my hand to his groin. I nearly passed out
when I realized I was actually touching his fully erect penis.
Instinctively my fingers wrapped around his shaft. I heard him moan with
delight, his head settling down deeper in the pillow. His penis was
throbbing against my touch...I held him firmly, but not too tight, and was
terrified to move even a tiny bit. He felt to be of average size, I was
guessing between three and four inches, and about as thick as a cigar (yes,
I know how thick a cigar is...Jason and I would steal Swisher Sweets from
the gas station from time to time and sneak out to the woods to smoke
them...another long story)...back to his penis!
I could feel his hips begin a slight rocking motion, he was humping
my hand. This dislodged me from the revelry of the sensory overload of
just touching him so intimately, and I began to slowly jack him.
"Ohhh...yessss...mo...mooore...please!" he groaned through clinched teeth,
bucking even more. I put my other hand under the blanket and began
caressing his balls. They were bigger than I'd imagined them to be, a nice
handful. Now I could feel them pulling up close to his dick. His moans
were coming in short bursts, as was his breath. Within moments, he tensed,
his entire body rigid with sexual pleasure and I felt his dick throb and
jerk as he writhed in an incredible dry orgasm. Wow. Incredible.
As I watched him breathing hard, trying to come off his
post-orgasmic high, my own dick was about to explode in my shorts. My hand
remained riveted to his still erect penis. On instinct I tossed the cover
back with my free hand and reveled at his beauty. My lips were wet as I
was licking them...in anticipation...my body was on autopilot. I felt
myself lowering toward his erection. He scent wafted up to me, alluring me
even deeper. The heat from his dick reached my lips just before I kissed
it. He gasped and I opened my mouth and took his penis full within my
hungry mouth. He was twitching, throbbing, and writhing on the bed.
Guttural noises rose from him, they seemed unnatural to such a young
boy...so...intensely sexual.
My head began bobbing up and down. Soon my saliva was escaping my
lips and running down the sides of his dick, over his hairless pubic mounds
and down between his legs. I could feel the head of his circumcised penis
grow inside my mouth. He clinched the bed with his fists and extended his
toes like a diver. I was rubbing his thighs, and I let my hand creep back
toward his balls. He opened his legs to let me have greater access to his
beautiful boyhood. I could feel the juncture of his ass and upper leg,
that curve is so sexy.
His smell was incredible. I never really knew that people had
distinctive odors until my sexual awareness began. But even then, I had no
idea that I'd be able to identify someone like this...but he was so
delicious. The aroma was sort of musky...I guess... but not
offensive...just wonderful. There was still the smell of the fresh shower
on him, a mixture of soap, boy, and sex. Oh god.
I was in sensory overload, the feel of him in my mouth...his dick
was hot, hard, throbbing...I had dreamed of having a dick in my mouth, but
this was my first...I'm in heaven. He was moaning and writhing on the bed.
The smell. The intensity. The feel of his responsive skin under my touch.
Everything together was so incredible... I couldn't last much longer...nor
could he. Soon I felt him rack with another intense dry orgasm. Oh man.
"Oh god," he finally gasped through heavy breaths. "I've never ever
felt anything like that before. I never dreamed it could be like this..."
It took a long time for his breathing to return to nearly normal. I
settled back upon my elbow and gently rubbed his chest and belly, tracing
small circles around is belly-button. I wanted to remember this moment the
rest of my life. Lenny was absolutely beautiful, lying there in the glow
of sexual satisfaction. He was a dream...a dream come true.
He reached over and rubbed my now leaking dick through my shorts.
Expertly he reached for the zipper and slid it down with one hand. As soon
as he got the zipper open, he popped the button lose and reached in and
fished my five and a half inch dick right out in the open. I wondered
where he learned about all of this.
"Shhhiiittt," I groaned as his small hand gripped my business. His
hand was hot as a firecracker. My dick jerked and pre-cum bubbled over
like lava. He released my dick and brought his fingers to his nose to
smell my essence. I watched in disbelief as he rubbed the slippery liquid
between his fingers, testing it, evaluating it. I could see the light go
off in his head the instant he started bringing his fingers toward his
mouth. Tentatively, his tongue snaked out and licked my boy-fluid from his
fingers.
"Ohhh...ohhh god" he groaned. Then the unbelievable. He sat right
up, and lowered his face to my groin. With deliberation, slow
deliberation, he opened his lips and took my member into his fire-hot
mouth. I nearly passed out. Talking about never having a dream that this
would be so incredible!
I could feel his tongue wrapping around my dick-head. With the
skill of someone well practiced he avoided scraping me with his teeth and
began a slow bobbing up and down on my pole. He moaned, and I could feel
the vibration on my dick...that was it...without warning I exploded into
his mouth. It must have taken him by surprise as he jumped up off my dick.
A shot of sperm bounded from my dick high into the air. Now he knew what
had happened because he immediately pushed his face back onto my dick.
Obviously he didn't want another precious drop to escape his mouth. I've
always been a bit proud of how much I shoot when I jack-off, but never
ever, ever did I experience anything remotely as intense as this. I just
couldn't count the number of surges and throbbings I felt in my dick.
Lenny didn't spill another drop. He kept on bobbing up and down, swirling
his tongue, and moaning throughout my entire orgasm.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and had to forcefully pull him
off my dick. I collapsed back onto the bed, my feet hanging over the edge.
Wow.
Somehow, I managed to drag myself up all the way onto the bed, my
shorts and boxers having fallen to the floor. Lenny snuggled up into my
side with his head on the hollow part of my shoulder, facing my neck. I
could feel his breath, and smell my own essence. His hand was upon my
chest, feeling my breathing and heartbeat. As my breathing slowed, I felt
Lenny shift his weight. I looked toward him, and there were his lips.
Wet, warm, luscious lips. He brought them forward to mine and we shared
our first kiss. It began slowly, tentatively, and progressed to a full
blown open-mouth, tongue wrestling kiss. What a rush to taste my own sperm
in his eager mouth. We held each other and kissed for an incredibly long
time...how long?...it was a loooong time...okay?!
"I've never done anything like this before," he whispered finally as
he settled back down into my shoulder. His fingers were gently caressing
my chest. I could sense the anxiety building in his voice.
"Yea...me either."
"Really," his head popped up.
"You're the first."
"Awesome," he said with...I suppose...admiration in is voice,
nestling back into me.
"Where did you learn this stuff?" I asked. Lenny was quiet a
moment, obviously thinking.
"I...um...," he searched for his words, "I haven't done any of this
before...really." I snuggled him a bit closer, trying to reassure him.
"I...I've known I wanted to try for...well...I guess as long as I can
remember." His husky voice was low and contemplative. It almost doesn't
fit him...I mean, when you see him, that voice isn't what you expect to
come from him. I loved it.
"When I was about ten, my friend started talking to me about sucking
my wienie...but I was afraid he'd blab it to everyone. He was that kinda
kid...I guess I've always known that if I talked about this I'd get beat up
or something." He sighed real big, still keeping his head on my shoulder
and caressing my chest and abdomen with his fingers. I could feel his
breath on my skin. I noticed a dampness, he must be crying again.
"It's okay," I assured him, "I didn't mean to upset you."
"No," he said, "it isn't you...it's just...all of this is happening
so fast...and I've wanted it so long. Do you know what I mean?" he asked,
looking up to me slightly.
"Oh boy, do I know what you mean," I grinned at him. That relieved
him a bit. I reached up and wiped tears from his eyes and leaned in for a
kiss. His lips trembled with our contact. It wasn't a sexual kiss...it
was a comforting kiss. It worked. He settled into me again, and
continued.
"I just know how I wanted it to feel on me...that's what I did to
you." He sighed.
"Lenny?" I asked. He peered up at me without lifting his head off
me. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm in a foreign country."
"No Dufus," I quipped (a twinge of guilt ran through me for using my
pet name for Jason), "I mean how is your sunburn?"
"Oh...I dunno...okay I suppose." Silence.
"Liam?" he quizzed. I pulled him tighter in my embrace, shifting
slightly to pull the blanket over us a little bit.
"Yea, Bud," I answered finally, "What is it?" I reached down and
kissed his silky blond hair. I could still smell the shampoo, and the soap
on him. This is incredible, this is what married people must feel like,
lying together, basking in the afterglow of sex...or is this the afterglow
of love?
"What does this mean? Are we in love?" Boy, talking about a
freaking ability to get into somebody's head!
"I don't know," I re-assured him. "I think it might...I...I'm too
young to know for sure. All I know is this is the most incredible day of
my whole life. I want to hold you like this forever. That's all I know."
"Mmmm," He purred, "Me too."
We must have drifted off sleep again, because I woke feeling his
slobber cooling on my chest. Eeww. Or not. Hmmm...anyone else I'd
definitely say eeewww. But Lenny...hmmmm. DAMN!
"Dude," I nudged him slightly. "Dude, wake up. We've gone back to
sleep."
"I know," he resisted waking, "so."
"So," I urged him again, "so we have to get you home. Won't your
folks be worried about you." He rolled over onto his back and stretched.
"No," he said matter-of-factly.
"It's late, almost dark," I glanced out the windows.
He visibly sighed, I could literally see his whole demeanor shift.
"I'm on my own most of the time. My Dad works all the time. I'm on my own
most of the time."
"What about your Mom?" I asked.
"She died when I was about five," he said looking far away out the
window, "I never really remember her...just her smell. Dad says I look
just like her. It was so long ago. She was in a car crash."
Damn.
What do you say to that?
"What do you want to do?" I asked after a bit of silence.
"Can I stay here tonight?" My heart skipped a beat! Oh yea, this
is gonna be the best day of my life!
"I'll call Mom," I said, "they don't know I am...well...they won't
expect anything unusual. I'll just tell her that I made a new friend and
we want a sleep over. She's pretty cool, but she always wants me to find
new friends. This will work out perfect." I was ecstatic. I jumped up to
make the call. He walked over to the window looking out over our front
yard. Grabbing the phone, I walked over to him, and punched "M" on the
speed dial for Mom. He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered, "I
wish I had fallen to sleep on the beach a long time ago."
That's all for chapter three! So...what will happen during the
sleep over? Is Jason going to accept this new intrusion into the
friendship? Do Liam's parents really seem to be as blind to their son's
sexuality as he thinks? Many questions to be answered as we go...like what
sort of background does Lenny have? Let me know how you like it so far. ~
Andy andyoutwest@live.com