Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 18:06:06 -0500
From: Andy West <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 32

Chapter 32 -- Love Comes Softly


Disclaimer: Under-aged sexual relationships are recorded beyond this point.
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Chapter 32 -- Love Comes Softly


	Stars began spinning wildly behind my clenched eyelids that were
seemingly dislodged from their orbits by the overwhelming sensations
cruising through my body.  Breath was being sucked from my lungs at an
alarming rate, so much so I feared I would pass out...only I desperately
didn't want to loose grip of my senses...these pleasures...these
sensations...I need to experience them.  The room spins now in ever
increasing speed causing the already igniting stars behind my eyelids more
terrific and spectacular explosions.  As the breath in my lungs leaves my
body, being very literally sucked (somehow) out my middle extremities, so
the swelling in my groin grew in intensity.

	With extreme passion Jason was bringing me to a point of no return.
The familiar burning in my balls began.  Within moments my dick would be
the center of my universe.  Except...he pulled off.  DAMN!  This was the
second time he had me so close.  Jason was becoming a master of my body,
knowing precisely what was happening to me...then plying me, taunting me,
teasing me; the end would come (me too I was hoping!), but only when he was
ready.  Jason wasn't giving me a blow job; he wasn't having "sex," Jason
was making love to me, to my body.  My body collapsed back onto the bedding
as the sexual tension passed from near crescendo he was orchestrating.
What did he have in mind? Did he intend to torture me into insanity?

	Ragged breathing, but happy heart; that's me.  Jason was mewling
around the base of my cock...kissing, nuzzling, licking; he was content to
tantalize me as my breathing came under control.  This boy had planned for
a long marathon session of boy fun, and I was getting the idea he intended
on me being on the receiving end of the bulk of the pleasure.  I could feel
his hot breath on the underside of my balls, then the warmth of his mouth
as he pulled the left one in to caress with his tongue.  Next the right
testicle disappeared into his mouth.  God...I'd never ask for it back if he
would keep it right where it was.

	You know me, lying there on the bed, relishing in the glow of
foreplay, my mind wandered off to places all of its own accord.  In the two
weeks since I have been home Jason has been like this: totally in control.
Our love making has intensified as though we've been receiving private
lessons from an experienced lover.  I don't know where my Jason has learned
to make love like this...but trust me...I never want to go back. Reaching
for him, I want to pull him up to my lips for a kiss; but he refused my
tugs.  Jason is making the decisions.  This is his dance...I'll just follow
him then.  Let him take me where he will.  I am his to control.  I think I
may be loosing myself into this emotion; this entrancement.  Is it okay to
love someone without question like I love Jason?  Is it healthy to allow
him to make all the decisions about our love making?  I dunno.  But do I
really care?  I mean.  What could be wrong with abandoning myself to these
ministrations?

	Once again, Jason was ready to tease me.  My dick was leaking
pre-cum as if there was no shut-off valve and Jason was not licking all the
remnants up from the base of my dick and my pubic mound where it had all
dribbled down the length of my cock.  Once he was satisfied with that
process, he kissed his way up my pulsing cock and when he got to the
tip-top, he flicked his tongue into the slit where all the pre-cum had been
oozing all this time.  Satisfied, he lowered his mouth yet again on my
dick.  I so wanted to feel the tremors of the pending orgasm...god please
let it happen this time!

	This time was different though, because Jason began working his
body closer to my torso.  He managed to get me to put my legs over his
shoulders and this without disengorgment of my cock from his mouth.  One
free hand caressed my right thigh and the other loosely held my ball-sack.
Jason tugged at leg from behind my knee and I understood he wanted me to
raise my knee...slowly I complied with this instruction...but
reluctantly...reluctantly because I knew there would be no stopping this
time...I would climax in moments, or my name ain't "Liam!"

	Jason wanted both knees up.  My feet were softly placed on his
shoulders, but I wasn't pushing down on him.  Incredible.

	Taking the freshly leaked pre-cum from the underside of my dick,
Jason slicked up his index and middle fingers, all the while working the
slippery essence down my perineum toward my hole.  A grown deep within me
slowly began its auditions and swelled upwards to escape my mouth.  Drawing
in a deep breath at the feel of his fingers probing at my hole, I knew
where he was going.  This was it.  Jason was about to reward me for my
patience.  Jason would take me over the edge to ecstasy.

	Pressure at my hole signaled me to concentrate on allowing him to
enter me with his fingers.  I pushed down as if to take a dump...and
Jason's fingers slid in to the middle knuckle.

	"Ahhh...gggod," I heard escape my lips.

	As he let my ass adjust to his intruding fingers, Jason lovingly
laid his face against my inner thigh...just to the point where his lips
could plant tiny little butterfly kisses on my dick.  I sensed him
breathing in my scent through his nostrils.  I was nearly sure he was
groaning too.  I know I was.

	The next thing my mind was able to comprehend was his adjustments
of position so he could suck my dick deeply, deeply downward to the base,
then slowly upward to the very tippy top.  As his head began increasing his
bobbments on my dick, so his fingers kept pace fucking my hole.  Jason
pulled off my cock only long enough to dribble a bit of salvia and pre-cum
to his impaled fingers, increasing the amount of lube.  After only two or
three more repetitive thrusts the lube began its magic and the pain
subsided -- the pleasure quadrupled.  Then...there...yes.  Yes.  Right
there.  He found it.  That place every boy longs to have touched.  My
prostrate.  His fingers caressed it with each inward thrust...just as his
mouth reached the tip of my cock so he could swath it with his tongue.
Usually it was the other way...a deep thrust with his finger so the touch
if my prostrate was accompanied by a deep settling at the base of my cock.
I loved it that way...it felt so...so right.  But!  But THIS way was
totally mind blowing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

	As he reached the top again, and wrapped his tongue over the head
of my penis, and touched my prostrate...my twice interrupted orgasm began.
My sperm blasted past his lips, past his nose, into his hair.  Then Jason
jumped back on my cock to take all the rest.  The waves of pleasure pushing
from deep within my groin traveled the entire length of my cock and each
pulse seemed twice as intense as the previous.  So intense was this orgasm
I could feel the semen pass through the lips of my cock.  I could feel
Jason's tongue swirling, could feel the sucking pressure as he drank and
drank my seed.  My balls rose and fell with the power of the orgasmic
convulsions.

	Totally drained I collapsed on the bed, delirious with the
intensity of Jason's ministrations.  He allowed me a few moments; though he
remained in his position nestled between my legs with his face lovingly
nuzzling my dick and balls.  After making sure I wasn't gonna have a heart
attack, Jason was ready for the next step.  Ohh...mannnn...


	Somehow, Jason had some lube.  I suppose he'd been planning this
for a while now, for as he pulled himself up to sitting on his heels, knees
nestled up by my balls, he lovingly lifted each leg, kissing and loving me
all around.  Encouraging me to bend my knees, which I willingly obliged,
Jason then brought one foot at a time to his lips, kissing and rubbing his
face on each.  As he finished planting tender kisses on each foot, he
placed the flat of that foot against his pecs.  The result was him leaning
against my feet, and his body weight forcing my knees back and my hips
opened.  Oh...this is gonna be so fun.  I licked my lips and Jason grinned
like a small boy in a candy store!

	Shuffling a little to balance his weight, and to align his cock to
my waiting hole, Jason get himself ready.  I moaned as his slippery fingers
went back to my hole and probed.  This time his fingers needed no
assistance from me, they just slipped right inside.  I could feel my
asshole quivering, pulsing, and jumping at his touch.  Jason would push one
finger in all the way and them wiggle it all around on the inside for a
moment, causing my dick to jerk and twitch...only to totally withdraw the
finger out of my ass.  Next he brought two slippery fingers to my twitching
hole, and repeated the process pushing slowly way deep inside...teasing my
prostrate on the way past, then wigging both fingers once plunged to the
gilt inside of me.  When he tried a third finger I thought I would loose my
mind.

	Convinced I was ready, Jason withdrew his fingers...I moaned at the
vacancy.  Certainly I was in no shape to tell him my eagerness for him to
proceed...somehow he was able to understand my body language.  With both of
his hands guiding his dick, and my feet against his chest, Jason put the
tip of his dick at my hole.  Confident he could then hit his mark, he
removed his guiding hands from his prick and move them to caress the tops
of my thighs.  Taking deep breaths, Jason leaned slowly forward, all the
while looking intently into my eyes.  As his penis entered me, our eyes
exchanged knowing looks of love.  Each millimeter his hot penis entered my
ass caused both of us to moan, and sent tremors through both our bodies.
With incredible perception I could feel each ridge and curve of his dick;
all the girth and all the heat.  Slowly, methodically, deliberately Jason
pressed into me; pressing on; gentle, but persistent downward pressure.  My
whole body quivered as his hotness slid over and past my prostate.

	The touch of his pubes against the soft flesh of my butt reminded
me Jason wasn't all dick.  His hairs were so erotic on my ass.  Next, I
could feel the soft, silky weight of his balls as the nestled against my
flesh.  I wasn't sure which of us would pass out first; him or me.  Jason's
eyes were closed, his head held back, and the grip of his hands on my legs
was intense.  The expression of his face was one of a boy trying
desperately to fight back an orgasm...though he seemed as though he may not
be successful in that effort.  I didn't know if I needed to hold the bed
linens and wait for the ride, or if I needed to pull him down to kiss me.
Either way, I was certain I hadn't enough air for this to actually last.

	The kiss.  I needed the kiss.  So I reached for him, and Jason
allowed my feet to shift to the bed as he lowered himself to my embrace.
Lying on me with his full weight, I wrapped arms and legs around him and
did my best to make us become one flesh.  I could feel Jason's groin
pressing hard inward to my hole and his gentle rocking motion began a surge
of sensations that would leave me forever needing to repeat this the rest
of my like.  Jason broke our kiss and moved his sucking mouth to my neck.
I knew he was marking me, but bliss prevented me from caring one wit.

	Lost in the moment, I wasn't even aware that Jason had pulled up
off me enough to begin fucking me properly.  I was reminded of my role when
he tugged my knees up and my feet once again to his chest.  Once back into
"proper" position, Jason proceeded to lift and plunge his penis inside me.
His pace was slow and deliberate.  His dick was harder than I had ever felt
him before.  For whatever reason, Jason has crossed over some imaginary
threshold.  He matured from a rabbit-fucking little kid, to a man who knows
how to discipline his body, his thrusts and his touches to give me the most
pleasure ever known.  Each time he bottomed out in my ass, he would pause
and make sure I was looking at him.  Each touch of his pubes on my ass was
a signal to look at hi...he would wait until I did.  Jason wanted me to
watch him love me.  He wanted me to see it all, to feel it all.  No one
part of him was sexing me...his whole being had taken the challenge to love
me and take me to impossible heights.  Our journey was intertwined with
flesh on flesh, "flesh in flesh" our inner spirit was engaged.  Jason would
never ever be the boy I grew up longing for, Jason would ever after be the
man who loved me.  This was not a staking out of territory like some
predatorial animal.  This was no mere domination play.  What was happening
between Jason and I was a testimony to love.  This was a determined consort
of two boys becoming one flesh.

	Finally I could hold out no longer and I reached for my dick.  I
had to climax.  Jason would certainly drive me to a brink of an abyss of no
return.  My only possible salvation was to jerk my self to orgasm.  But
Jason pushed my hands away.  I pleaded for release with my eyes, but he
refused.  This was not his plan.  Oh god.

	Instead Jason increased the pace of his rhythmic fucking.  And as
his pubic mound touched bottom, he pushed even harder, grinding his groin
as deep and firmly as humanly possible.  My own body responded by beginning
to mirror his thrusts.  My ass desperate to reclaim the withdrawn
fullness...desperate to be filled with his heat, his thickness.  His hard
push or thrust at the bottom made my body convulse each time.

	His orgasm was nearly overwhelming.  I know there were tears
running down his face as he plunged on and on.  The splashing of his seed
across my prostrate was unmistakable.  His heat causes a fire to burn
inside me.  More.  More.  More.  I needed him more.  All of him.  More.

	Then it was over.  His chest was heaving on top of my chest.  His
sweaty body was sliding on my sweaty body.  I was too exhausted to hold
him.  All I could do was lie there and love him.  Feel him.  My ass was
twitching.  I could feel his seed seeping out of my asshole...eventually
his dick plopped out with an audible noise...causing us both to gasp.

	I hadn't cum.  But it was okay.  I had totally no energy to fuck
him.  And I sure couldn't jack off.  Having just gotten the best blow-job
in history...I would no doubt be okay.  Afterall...Jason...MY Jason had
just reached an earth shattering orgasm inside of me.  It was all his
doing...but damn...what fun it was to let him have his way with me!  Ima
gonna do this again!  Lots and lots!

	Jason placed both hands beside my chest, right at nipple level and
slowly pushed himself up to pull our torso's apart.  A quick kiss...and he
was off for his next trick.

	In Ice Hockey, they call a three-goal night a "hat-trick."  I was
about to discover Jason was fully capable of a "hat-trick" of his own.

	A mischievous grin crept upon him.  Before he looked like a little
boy in a candy store; this look was of a boy about to be naughty.

	A massaging of my dick had me fully firm.  Using my own messy
pre-cum as lube, Jason worked it all over the head of my dick.  He leaned
sideways to his secret hiding spot for the lube and retrieved enough to
reach under and work some into his own ass.  Then, Jason moved to straddle
my middle.  He was going to fuck me...or...he was going to ride me.  Oh
my...

	Lowering his head to look between his legs and back to his asshole,
with one hand Jason grabbed my dick to align himself and my dick, and the
other held him off my chest.  Deftly, he aligned and began settling his ass
on to my dick.  Never a word spoken between us.

	We've done it this way before; him on top of me like this.  But
this afternoon has been the most intense sexuality and erotic day of my
life.  My senses are electrified.  And as his body descended onto my dick I
shuttered with raw delight.  Jason placed his hands on my chest and lowered
his face to watch me.  Once we both settled, Jason entirely impaled onto my
dick. He whispered, "Liam, I love you so much."  Then he began to take me
to heaven.  It was a very short ride.  He was so right, so tight, and so
hot.  His hands so loving on my chest, his eyes were so full of love, the
look so intent to see me escape the pull of gravity and drift away in
bliss.  Little drops of sweat dripped and I felt them hit my abdomen.  My
legs stiffened.  Jason knew I was near.  He fucked harder.  He squeezed
more intently.  My breathing all but stopped.  The eruption was like a
volcanic explosion: Hot, powerful, fluid.  Jason shook involuntarily as he
feet my throbbing dick and pulsing semen.  With all his weight and strength
he pressed his ass onto my pubic mound, throwing his head back panting as
we both rode the waves of pleasure.



~~00~~0~~00~~


	"Jason," I whispered, "Jason."  I was stroking his chest as we lay
under a simple sheet in one another's arm.  Half an hour ago we had the
most incredible experience of our lives.  Now, we had regained our breath
and had fallen asleep in one another's arms.  I could still smell the semen
in the room.  Nobody was home, so I didn't care.  I closed my eyes and
breathed in t he scent deeply, wanting to memorize this moment, this smell.

	Reluctantly, Jason stirred, and kissed my left nipple what was
beneath his drooling lips.  By now I didn't care if he drooled on me.

	"Jason," more whispered talk from me, "that was awesome.  I never
knew...how did you learn to do all that?  What did all this mean?"

	He was silent a very long time.  I would wait.

	"It was love.  That's what it means.  I just did what my body
wanted to do.  Nobody taught me.  I didn't learn it.  I just did it."

	More silence.

	"Jason?"

	"Are we gonna be okay?"

	Jason nodded his head and drew a deep breath.  "We have each other.
We'll make it."

	"What about Lenn and Brant?" I asked.

	"They are lucky," he said smugly.  I scrunched my face and pulled
back enough to let him know I was giving him the eye.

	"Lucky...Lenny and Brant...?"

	"Mhmmm."

	"How do you figure that?  They went through worse shit than we
did!"

	"Ya," Jason sighed, then he settled in a bit deeper onto my chest,
reaching his tongue out to lick my chest as he said, "THEY have US!"


~~00~~0~~00~~


	As the sun began setting on our Saturday alone, Jason and I grew
hungrier than alligators in a chicken yard.  Desperation for food drove us
from the bed.  Clad only in tee-shirts and boxers (Jason mysteriously
wearing those god-sexy thin boxers that drove me insane...how'd he manage
to get them back?) we migrated down to the kitchen to raid the `fridge.  It
was looking like grilled cheese sandwiches.  Yum.  >_<

	Fortunately, we were saved by noise of the car in the drive and Mom
and Dad coming in the garage door.  That door opened up almost immediately
into the kitchen area, so there was little me and Jason could do about
being caught in our skivvies.  Fortunately, as passionate as our sex was
earlier...it hadn't been terribly messy.  No tale-tell evidence of wild
sexual frenzy evident, Jason and I simply smiled, shrugged and tried to
pretend we always walked about in our skivvies...ummmm...I suppose we did
quite a bit afterall.  But, I guess getting caught with the knowledge of
the carnality we'd just experienced between us made us both feel a tiny bit
guilty.

	I caught Mom giving Jason the eye as she looked him head to toe in
his threadbare boxers and tight tee shirt.  I could definitely make out the
flesh tones of his sexy bum through the thin material of the old boxers.
Damn.  Mom was pervin on my man!

	"Jase, Honey," Mom said to Jason as she walked over to him as he
was still leaned over looking deep within the confines of the fridge for
something to eat.  "I'll cook you boys up something to eat.  You," she
pinched him firmly on his left hinny cheek causing him to jerk up like a
wild man clutching his affronted hind-parts and embarrassment splayed
across his face, "should go up and shower."  Her smile was non-readable.
"And you go with him...get the boy something less pornographic to wear,
will you Dear!?" She said to me with a twinkle.  She waived us away like
little children and proceeded rummaging for her needed supplies to make a
decent dinner.  Thank God!
	"Busted!" I gloated at him as we bounded out the kitchen and raced
up the stairs to get ready for dinner.  We shoved, giggled, and cajoled
playfully as we gathered our necessary sundry clothing to dress for dinner
afterwards.  We shucked our boxers and shirts and armed with what we
needed, we streaked to the bathroom.  Yes, we showered together.  Yes, we
kissed.  Yes, we touched and groped appropriate nice places...but no, we
didn't have sex; neither of us wanting to spoil the glow of great sex
between us already.  As we dried and dressed, we kept stealing pecks and
kisses, leaning against the other and generally enjoying being so close and
so happy.

	After properly primping and fussing over exact placement of our
hair, jell applied, deodoranted, cologned, and ready to be seen in public,
we turned hand in hand to the door.  Jason reached the knob and stopped
just short of it and turned to gather me in his arms.

	"Oh Liam," he said tenderly with a feather-soft kiss on my lips,
before he pulled me into a tight and desperate hug.  I knew Jason well
enough he would tell me what he wanted me to know.  I had only to return
his hug and breath in his fresh-boy smells.  Soon enough (no...too soon
actually), he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes.

	"Liam, I...I...ummm," He sighed deeply, swallowed, then tried
again.  "I love you so much.  I just...I..." he couldn't finish, but
instead pulled me back into a death-grip hug. "I don't know ...I just feel
like I came so close to loosing you.  We both nearly got killed."  I
listened, not knowing where he was going.  We had talked about that day
several times already.  Something else was on his mind though.

	Jason sniffed up and drew in a deep breath.  I pushed him back
enough to allow me room me room to look him in the eyes.

	"Jason, what is it.  Something else is bothering you, let me
help..." I pleaded.

	"Well...I ummm.  See...when we...do that," his eyes averted toward
my room, indicating he was talking about us making love back in my room.  I
nodded my understanding.

	"When we do that it feels so right." He sighed deeply and drew me
back to himself.  He wanted to hold me tight; wanted me to hold him back
just as tightly.  We did.  "I guess this means... I'm g..gay." he said
finally.

	I didn't respond, only gently rocked him in my arms.  His height on
me made it easy for him to put his head on my shoulder.  Slowly we swayed
back and forth.  The air was damp still from the shower, and the cooking
smells were beginning to overpower the shower smells.  A knock at the door
did not startle us, as we heard Dad plodding up the stairs and knew he was
coming to drag us down stairs.  Still, we remained silent and deeply
embraced.  The door opened slowly.

	"Ermmm..." Dad said with the proper amount of consternation at
seeing us in this tender embrace.  I suppose he could sense this was a
moment between us boys.  "Dinner," he said and motioned over his head
toward the kitchen.  I nodded to his reflection in the mirror.  Our eye
contact in the mirrored allowed me to indicate I was okay...but that it was
Jason who was needy just then.  Perceptive of an opportunity to help, Dad
eased the door closed behind him and the three of us were now crowded in my
small bathroom.

	"Boys...," Dad said with a great amount of concern in his voice.
"Are you boys okay? What can I do to help you?"  I could detect the tiny
hint of tears at his eyes and in his voice.  He really did love the both of
us.  As neither of us knew how to talk about it, Dad just wrapped his arms
around us both.  As grown up as I felt holding Jason, Dad's arms easily
took us both in.  He was a man, we were becoming men.  His hug was perfect.
Damn it, it made me tear up again.  Shit.

	"Thanks, Daddy," I whispered as we broke up the group hug.  He
nodded, and I couldn't help but notice him wipe a tear from his eye.  I
smiled at his reflection in the mirror, and he smiled at mine.

	Walking down to kitchen, me and Jason holding hands, leading the
way, Dad dropped a bombshell on us.

	"I suppose you boys know Leslie and Brant's Mom are moving in
together?"

	WTF!!!!

	Jason and I collided as one or the other of us had stopped abruptly
at this news.  Dad simply swatted me on the behind and shooed us onward.
Regaining our movement Dad finished his thoughts...

	"Seems they two have been spending a bit of time alone together,
and they've decided this will be best for both boys.  They have been
through so much that they probably need each other more now than ever.
They'll have a room each," Dad said as we rounded the corner, "...though I
highly doubt they will need two rooms."  He was smiling ear to ear.

	Jason and I were incredulous, bit amazed at how this could be
happening.

	"Do they know yet?" I asked with great excitement...like a blasted
little schoolboy with a secret to hold.

	"Ummm...no...I don't think so.  It's to be a surprise for Lenny
when he comes home Monday!"



	Okay.  Sorry this chapter took a few days longer than I hoped to
get finished.  I hope you enjoyed it though.  I anxiouisly await your
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