Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2009 11:00:06 -0500 From: Andy West <andyoutwest@live.com> Subject: Asleep On The Beach Chapter 34 Asleep on the Beach Chapter 34 - Transitions Disclaimer: Under-aged sexual relationships are recorded beyond this point. If this is not legal in your corner of the world, perhaps you should not continue. If these things are offensive to you, how have you made it this far into my little tale. Please, if you have made it this far, I'd hope you continue the journey with us. Writer's Notes: Thanks to each of you who have read this far, and even more so to those who have kindly dropped me a note to let me know your thoughts. Thanks! As always, remember you'll receive a prompt courteous reply when you write to me at: andyoutwest@live.com or perhaps you would like to visit my story page at: http://weststories.altervista.org (and even if you do visit there...please let me know how you feel about the chapter!). Chapter 34 - Transitions I can tell you, Jason and I abandoned the room, leaving the Love-birds to do what love birds do! ^.^ At the door just outside the room Jason and I turned to watch the two younger boys kissing and slowly swaying to music only heard between them. Without even intending too, Jason and I were drawn closer to one anther and I realized his chin was upon my shoulder with his arms crossed round my mid-section. Between Lenny and Brant's hotness in the middle of Brant's new room, and the hotness of Jason's breathing in my ear and his caressing fingertips inching lower toward my swelling bulge in my shorts...I was definitely NOT in a good visual condition to be prancing downstairs with all the adults. My, wouldn't that be a spectacle?! Groaning slightly, I adjusted backward into Jason's warmth, and could feel his own bulge pressing against the fabric of my mesh-shorts. I reached behind me and gave his member a gentle squeeze, eliciting a groan from him as well. With practiced unity, we backed out of the doorway and as we did, I pulled the door shut...being careful to close it gently so as not to disturb Lenny and Brant's magic. Jason and I had our own magic tricks to tend to! As if reading my mind, Jason guided us back to Lenny's un-occupied room. This would probably not take a lot of time...and there was definitely a lock on the door! Yummm. A frenzy of arms and elbows, shirts, shorts, and drawers were flying through the air. Our lips never parted. Jason had me on my back and his member inside me quicker than a lightning flash. With my arms and legs wrapped round him and our lips dancing in rhythm with our love...we took care of the urgency between us. It was glorious. Jason lovingly cleaned up the mess I'd made between our bellies by licking and kisses. I returned the favor to clean him up...but taking care of HIS mess meant I had to get up and make a run to the toilet. When I returned, Jason was clothed, sitting on the bed, Lenny and Brant were too! All of them very amused that I was the only naked boy in the room! If I had a pillow in my hand it would have been war! As it was...I could only growl and gather my strewn clothes, pulling them on as I came to them. Eventually, we all collapsed upon Lenny's bed in a fit of giggles. It felt so good...the four of us lying there all strewn upon each other, giggling, touching, being alive. Lenny had his head carefully upon my belly; I was propped across Jason's mid section; and little Brant was marvelously and mystically touching all three of us, though I haven't a clue how he did so. It was fun re-discovering little things like how both the little boys flinched when you got your tickle fingers after them...well...we also discovered that JASON may be the most ticklish of all four of us! HA! Imagine that...tough-boy Jason is a wimp when it comes to boy fingers traipsing carelessly and furtively across his skin. His ribs are especially vulnerable...and I think all three of us managed a hand down his shorts a bit to discover what ticklish secrets were hiding down there. There are PLENTY...lemme tell ya! Boyhood giggles are quite contagious, don't you know! A truce had to be called before someone wet themselves. Love is often made without sex even being involved. We had an orgy of laughter...and it may have been sweeter and more meaningful than all the love-making sessions we'd exchanged. Well...okay... "MAY HAVE BEEN," I said...Jeez. "I'm jealous," I pouted...half pretending...half not. A new chorus of giggles erupted. I played the role of the pouty kid as best I could...but three sets of hands tickling, and three contagious laughs make it hard to pull that shit off. I gave it valiant effort though. "Jealous of who, Goof-ball?" Jason queried between efforts of tickly attempts. "These two nerds," I whined, jabbing them both simultaneously with tickle fingers. Both little guys writhed away from my assault...only to pounce back before I could regain a good pouting posture. Breathe...you have to be able to breathe if you ever intend to overcome giggles. Lenny went silent after a moment. "Why?" he asked half seriously. Jason took care of that with a strategically placed tickle in the un-fair zone of the inside bend of the boy's leg at his groin! Lenny's husky voice was sexy...his giggle was infectious! It took several moments for us to get back to a semblance of control. Each of us breathing as hard and sweating as though we'd been rutting instead of playing. Love was thick between us. Sighing heavily, I said while looking up at Jason longingly, "I'm jealous that these two punks get to live together...and me and you don't!" A sideward's glance to the laddies and to Jason assured me they knew I wasn't mad, or seriously jealous. But I had spoken it; IT was out there. All of us were quite a long time after that. I think I really spoiled things...at least...everyone was wrapped up in his own thoughts anyway. But...I was having a damned problem. Grrrrr... Every since I got over the initial recovery period back when I got shot...well...this is VERY embarrassing...but seeing as you already know so much about me...I'll tell you. But keep this just between us, okay. Lol *Sigh* I have...diarrhea. Bad. No, I mean ALL the time! And the worst of it is...sometimes it just comes out! All by itself! Damn and fuck! (I'd say "shit" here...but that would be gross). So...I had to jump up fast and run to the bathroom ...AGAIN! Only, it hurt like hell to get up quick...and Lenny was still on my belly. I bounced his head off on the bed, causing a yelp from him. Brant was displaced too...but I think they really already knew about me, because none of them wondered why I was acting so crazy and running off. I almost didn't make it. Almost! I dunno why they can't give me something to make this stop. It is so humiliating. I feel like a little kid who can't keep himself from shitting his pants. A couple of times...at home (so far) I have NOT made it to the bathroom in time and I needed to get in the shower to clean up. I wanted to just throw my soiled underwear and jeans away...but Momma wouldn't hear of it. She said she had plenty of practice cleaning "soiled" underclothes. *Good grief* Diarrhea is humiliating under almost ANY circumstance...but for me it seems like EVERYTIME I get around PEOPLE I have a blow-out. *Sigh* Especially humiliating is thinking that my friends might be thinking I am doing this on purpose. I hate that thought. It probably isn't anywhere near the truth...my friends are really cool...most of the people I worry about are the ones who have been WITH me through this whole shitty ordeal...so...I know the thought is unreasonable – but who can control what your mind comes up with to think? Not me. *Sigh* When I got back, I could still smell the odors from the bathroom that seemed to be like a green funk following me. Grrrrr...I hate that. Nobody made faces or acted any differently, still I was bothered by it. Jason was sprawled out spread-eagle on Lenny's bed, and Lenny was sitting by Jason's side, Brant was sitting down below Jason's outspread leg. I guess they had continued scuffling while I was gone, as their breathing was haggard and I could see the red tints of exertions and tiny beads of sweat on all three of their faces. Smiles were aplenty. Lenny, ever the brave soul, was the first to speak up. "Liam?" he called softly, his endearing smile was so magnetic. Damn. I was being drawn to him like a puppy to milk, and this with only a word. He padded the bed beside himself, indicating he wanted me beside him as he scooched closer to Jason, making room for me. As if trained and house broken, I complied and sat beside my little buddy. He reached to hug me, laying his head across my chest as he did so. His hug was genuine. Not a token, but a real expression of his emotion. We all sat like silently. What was un-said was deafening between us all. I found myself wondering if it was always going to be like this between us. "Liam," Lenny repeated with his husky voice quietly, "is that from the...the...being shot?" I nodded in the affirmative. He hugged a bit tighter. Releasing me he lifted himself up swiftly to kiss me square on the lips. I have to say...I love his lips! When he pulled away, I asked, "mmmmm...what was that for?" Lenny giggled. His laugh so...happy! "Do I have to have an excuse to kiss my buddies?" his head cocked inquisitively. "Shut up and kiss me again," I said with a grin...he was happy to give me another kiss, or three. Jason nudged us and told us to get a room; which, of course elicited a chorus of giggles and mock consternation from Lenny...something about it WAS his room. Haha! Anyway, we stopped smooching and were left to the silence again. Lenny entertained fingers with me and was silently caressing my hands with his soft fingers. Brant shifted up the bed and sprawled himself between Jason's legs with his head upon Jason's lower belly, his face toward me and Lenny. Lenny leaned back to lie across Jason's chest, resting his face in the hollow of his shoulder, leaving Jason to be snuggling both the little guys. Lenny never released my hands. I shifted then with my knee up on the bed, turning to face Jason, wrestling one hand free of Lenny's clutches so I could caress Brant's back. This was perfect: the four of us all together, all safe; safe and happy. We didn't need to talk. Just holding each other was a huge thing. My mind was reeling with flashes of memories of the past weeks, emotions about how and what all these things meant, and how I felt about THESE three boys...no four boys...I would not forget Ray. I wanted to ask about him, to ask if anyone had heard from him...but somehow...words seemed as though they might spoil this moment. So, I left the words in my head, where they belonged. I wonder if knowing when to keep your mouth shut is a sign I am growing up? Someone's belly growled! In like exactly two seconds...all of our inner- beasts were growling. Ha! So, managing to untangle ourselves from one another and the powerful clutches of Lenny's comfortable bed we bounded out of the room in search of...FOOD! ~~00~~0~~00~~ Brant's Mother and Lenny's Daddy seemed to draw strength from one another during the events that happened to us boys. It may seem weird to some of you that she moved in so "quickly" with Leslie, but really, I think three was some magic working there. Much later I would come to understand that so much of her bitter and mean attitude was directly due to that man she was married to. He was a brutal man, and abusive mentally, physically, and emotionally to all whom he came in contact with...especially his family. She had to somehow be as bitter as he was I order to survive him. Why women put up with that kind of treatment is such a deep and dark mystery. I am not the one who can speak to all of that...but I can only tell you that with Leslie...there was sweetness and gentleness from her. I loved the changes I felt from her. I know Brant slowly began to warm back up to her. It was sort of like...he got his mother back, he got a new dad (step-dad), and he got his sweet Lenny too. It took months for all the tensions and anxiety to begin to melt, but melt they did. Leslie is a Draftsman/Engineer...I'm not entirely sure all the differences...I think one draws what the other designs...but somehow I think they are all inter- related. Anyway, remember Charlie? Leslie's boss (and more)? Well...they decided that Leslie needed to just stay home and BE there for the boys. The garage is where Leslie had set up an office to do a lot of work from, but the two of them decided that something better could come from this. So, they decided to expand and create a huge home office for Leslie and him to be permanently working. Exactly double the space of the existing garage was added to the house. Half went toward the side of the property, the other half extended toward the back of the yard...creating a big "U" shaped complex. In the middle of the two wings (the bedrooms of the house, and the new office space they added a pave-stone patio thingy that also had a huge new barbeque pit, and stuff like that. It was hella cool and the four of us boys had quite a time helping and working during the construction process. There was school too. There is just too much stuff to tell you all to get it out at once, so just please be patient with me. I'll tell you about going back to school in a bit...I promise. But, so...after school me and Jason would come over to mess around the construction and "help" the workers. We shoveled dirt, hammered nails, carried boards, troweled cement; learned about skill-saws, hand saws, nail guns, levels...it was soo awesome. They have this tool, called a "Ram- set". It actually holds this hardened steel nail and is powered by a .22 caliber shell. You actually "shoot" a nail straight into the hardened concrete, securing a board (plate) to the concrete. Totally awesome. It was my first time to ever even SEE one of them, and I got to actually shoot it! All four of us boys got too! Amazing. This whole construction project was a welcomed change of environments, and settings from the doom and gloom we'd all been through. Because there were so many workmen coming and going, and something or other about city codes and permits...they had to bring out a Port-a-potty for the workers to use. I was amazed at how lean they kept it. The ones at the ball field, or at other places I'd seen them were all nasty, smelly, and gross. I suppose guys hated to crap in a crappy crapper...lol. Anyways, it was clean. Me and the guy's would pee in it all the time...I never wanted to sit down in there to do my business though...nope...Lenny's bathroom wasn't too far to go! Of course...given that my bowels would just bust loose at a moment's notice...I had to be very careful to GO anytime I felt a pain, or rumbling down there. That was about all the warning I'd get. So...it was on a Saturday morning. Some workers were doing some flat work for the new driveway and sidewalk. Jason and I had already promised the Mexican work crew that we would be by that morning to help them shovel sand, and also me an him wanted to watch the cement being poured from the big cement truck when it came. We missed out on the slab when it was poured because we were at school...but this was working out great...they had set the forms on Friday, and that evening the steel got laid and tied together. If you have ever seen this done then you know what I am talking about...if not...well...they take steel rebar, and some wire mesh mats and position them in between the forms. Before that they have to set the depth of the sand to make a uniform depth for the cement (4") and then the steel is tied up and set upon little plastic cone shaped gadgets that allows the wire to be "suspended" until the cement is pored around it. So, anyway...we were gonna help on Saturday morning. Jason stayed over at my house that night. Mhmm...it was a lonnng night. >.> Bright and early the alarm went off, Jason and I kissed good morning, went to take care of our morning wood, piss, teeth-brushing...all that stuff, no time for a quikie shower (like that could really happen anyaways). We dressed and ate cold cereal before bounding outside to our bikes and racing over to help the workers pour the drive and sidewalks. It was a pleasant morning, Saturdays are always eerily quiet. Dunno why that is...do you? Well...we were given simple instructions and me and Jason jumped in to help where ever we could. It was a blast. The crew-chief, or foreman's name was Raul. Raul brought his son with him that morning to assist with the work. Manny. I never met a Mexican named Manny before. So, when I said that shortly after we had been introduced. Jason punched me in the shoulder and called me a dufus. "You are so lame," Jason giggled at me. I was left gawking at him, confused. "Manny...Manuel?" Jason said with great emphasis as though he'd just revealed the worst kept secret in history. "Oh," I said as I my ears burned at my own numbskull ways. "Yea, I knew that," I tried to lie. It didn't work...they were all laughing at me. I had to laugh too...it was a pretty stupid thing to say. Manny is a hottie! I mean...seriously. He is about 5' 6" tall, prolly weighs 120 lbs. Naturally, he has bronze completion, black hair...VERY dark and seductive eyes. His eyelashes are about three feet long! The interesting bulge in his loose denim jeans indicated he was sporting at least a semi! Mmmmmm... Ha! So, when the morning got warm (remember this is Texas we're talking about here), off came the shirts! All of us boys had our shirts off. I nearly choked when I say how beautiful he is under that danged tee-shirt. OMG! He wasn't wearing any underwear...none that I can see. WOW! His bronzed flesh trailing down past his pants waistline reveals virtually no tan line. Lenny is like that too...only Lenny has farer skin than Manny. I know I was drooling, mouth agape. Jason had to slug me to bring me round to reality. Holy shit! I'm moving to Mexico! If that is how they grow `em down there...get me a bus ticket! *Sigh* Okay...I know that was a racist thing to say. *Slaps wrists for poor discretion and judgment* Only...you may have noticed by now I am not exactly politically correct...so I ain't stressing too bad here. The morning progressed, I managed to not tackle Manny and pull out his cock and have loads of fun! (Pun intended!). We got the concrete poured, and troweled. Everyone was hot and sweaty and sticky. The work crew left, me and Jason decided to go home and have a shower. Lenny and Brant had been taken to a consoler before that, so it was just me and Jason for the rest of that hot Saturday morning...I just wonder what we could find to do with ourselves with all this alone time on our hands. Hmmm...I'm a thinking...lemme think... ~~00~~0~~00~~ My fingers traced tiny circles around Jason's left nipple as I lay upon his heaving chest after I had returned his favors. He loved feeling me inside him more now than ever...and I was certainly happy to accommodate his refined tastes in sexual pleasure! Every time we coupled, we seemed to be drawn closer and closer together. Jason's heart was thump-thumping in my ear, and as my head rose and fell with his chest...I was being lulled to sleep. Because of the intensity of our sex, the heat from his body, the satisfaction of watching euphoria sweep over him because of my ministrations, and the natural sedative powers of spent seed...I was drift, drifting away. The traced circles upon his nipple slowly becoming wider and wider...to the extent that eventually my hand simply lay limply upon his pecs. My lips touched his flesh. His arm was around my back and I was as content as could possibly be. "Liam?" Jason's voce was 100 miles away. For a moment it hardly registered on me it was his real voice. The vocal vibrations of his voice picked up by my ear upon his chest and the other ear kind of always from him, so to speak, cause a dis-resonate cacophony which left me dazed. Slowly it dawned upon me he really was talking...to ME! "Yeah," I said dreamily. My cock was leaking after the ejaculations of a few minutes ago...I could felt the cold and stickiness of my bodily fluids on his hip and my dick. Somehow, the wetness between us was erotic. I caught a whiff of our lovemaking lingering in the air. Pushing these distractions aside mentally, I tried to focus on what Jason wanted to tell me. Jason snickered a tiny bit. I felt his belly jostle under my face. That made me smile. "Do you think we can stay like this?" he asked with his far away voice. His questioning also prompted more caresses from his arm about me...I could love this feeling forever. "Huh?" I asked, uncertain of where he was going with the question. "You mean like...right here in your arms? Can I stay here forever?" I smiled, though I wasn't looking at him. Somehow I felt he could know I was smiling. I rotated my head enough to kiss his nipple. Mmmmmm. I started sucking it a bit too. Damn. This is nice. "No dufus," he giggled. My menstruations at his nipple tickling him. He was to be forever vulnerable to me tickling him. His guard was down now and I knew his secrets! He nudged me away from his sensitive nipple and got me to settle back down upon his chest. Absent mindedly his free hand moved over to wipe the cooling salvia from his nipple. I could see the goose-bumps rising on his chest, the nipple pointy and erect now. This, of course, made me smile warmly again. My Jason. Here...so...CLOSE! Oh man. "Stop that," he giggled. I'm trying to be serious here." I was giggling a tiny bit, I admit. "Okay..." I sighed loudly, attempting to pout playfully. It was a game of which he was often fond. "What do you want to know then Jason." A thought occurred to me that I had never addressed him like that before. How often do you actually talk to someone and speak their own name to them? And, I wondered if being in this intimate of a setting had a bearing on this...was this part of me maturing? *Sigh* I think too much. Jason just stroked my back a bit longer, but remained silent. He was thinking. He did that a lot. He would drift away from me and escape to his thoughts. Well...I suppose I do that too, huh? Hmmmm. "I..." he struggled to articulate what was racing in his mind. "Did you think Manny was hot?" he asked finally. I felt my ears burn, I licked my lips and swallowed...but remained silent. "It's okay...you know. I mean. He IS hot. I mean. He has a nice body, nice smile, kind eyes. I can see why he got your attention." Silence. Okay...now my mind was in overdrive. What is going on here. Should I be worried? Is he telling me he wants to be with other guys? Can I really DO that? Share Jason? Wait!!!!!! What if he doesn't want to SHARE?! What is he wants Manny instead of me? OMG! I could feel a bit of hyperventilation coming on again. God, I hate this shit. I sat up and leaned upon my elbow, looking down at Jason's face. His persona was still drifting off wherever those thoughts of his took him. I nudged him to get him to focus on me. When he did finally see me again...his eyes sharpening their focus upon me, he said; "Liam...I am afraid I'll loose you to someone better than me. I am afraid that after I am with you like this I am ruined for anyone else. How could I love anyone else ever again after you? I mean...What am I to do about going back to `normal?' What happens when you leave me? Oh God, Liam. This is all so crazy. I don't know what to do. It seems like...like...trying to cage a bird. You deserve someone really special. Not me. And holding you is so perfect...for me. But this can't be right for you? Liam...what are we doing?" I studied his questions for long moments. Was he seriously wanting answers? Or was this one of those moments when he was asking questions that should remain un-asked and there-by not needing real answers? Perhaps this was his way of feeling me out, to pick MY brain...I dunno...this relationship shit is hard as Christ to sort out. How the fuck am I supposed to know if we are going to be able to stay together? What if I answered these freakingly un-fair questions wrong? What the fuck would I do then? "How the fuck do I know, Jason?" I asked him through trembling lips, finally finding my voice . "I don't know any of this fucking shit. I am as scared as shit of everything Jason. I love YOU. I know that much...but that is all I fucking know. Don't ask me to know more than that." I pushed at his chest with the heel of my hand. "I just don't know what to do, think, or feel anymore. Some days I feel like I am sliding off a giant exercise ball...only one that is as big as a fucking city...like fucking Dallas or some fucking shit like that. I feel like if I loose my balance and move just a fraction of an inch that the whole thing is gonna explode and spin me to outer freaking space. Shit and fuck Jason. Don't freaking ask me stuff like that. I don't know! I am just a goddamned freaking little kid. How the hell and fuck and I gonna know shit like that. Fuck. Damn and Fuck!" I cried. Shit, shit, shit. Jason didn't seem to react at all. He just drew me back firmly to himself and let me weep into his chest as he continued stoking my back. Only, now he occasionally kissed my hair with great deliberate tenderness. Damn him! How can he be so freaking in control all the goddamn time. I hate him. No. No. I love him. This is why I love him. This right here. He is so strong. I want to be just like him...only...I hate him! Can you love someone and hate them at the same time? If you can...does that balance out to just a mediocre relationship? I am so freaking confused. I need a shrink. I think I am going crazy. Holy crap, I suck at relationships. "Say something damnit!" I wept into his chest. He hugged me tighter again. "Nothing to say...you said it better than I could've." *Sigh* ~~00~~0~~00~~ Lenny and Brant barely noticed Jason and Liam departing the room. Having Brant as a housemate was so much more than Lenny was possibly ready to comprehend. As the two young boys kissed, their lips quivered and hearts raced. Brant was afraid to caress Lenny too much, as the buses and contusions were still evident, and Brant felt Lenny was still very fragile, recalling his own soreness after...well after. So, holding him now was both blessed, and frightening. Lenny had no such fear. Lenny glommed on to Brant and held on for dear life...as if by releasing his grip on the boy would allow him to vaporize into nothingness. They swayed their slow dance for many, many moments. Neither boy really certain of what all these new things meant, but both so thankful the other was in his arms. When finally the great excitement receded enough for them to die-engage and untangle arms and so forth, Lenny led Brant by the hand over to the bed where they both sat and held hands and examined the new surroundings. Lenny was ecstatic about everything...but overwhelmed that it was real...that Brant was actually moving in with him. With fingers enter twined in ways only small boys are actually capable of doing, Lenny began his barrage of questions. "Dude, this is awesome!" Lenny's face was bright with excitement. He couldn't remember a time recently when he was this happy. "How? I mean...Why? How come nobody told me? When did you ...wait!!!! Where is your MOM!!! OMG! OMG! OMG! Is she? With Daddy?" In a flash Lenny was up off the bed and bounding down the corridor with Brant in-tow...there were answers to questions just developing in young Lenny's mind...plenty of answers to lots of questions... ~~00~~0~~00~~ Okay guys. Not enough, I know. But, I am sure you all agree it has taken long enough to get this much done, best to just post and add one more chapter. *Sigh* I seriously intended one more scene here...I'll just move it to the next chapter though. I dunno. One more at least. Maybe two. Depends. I'll do my best to get it out but the end of August for you though. As always, check out this story and my other stuff at http://weststories.altervista.org (Don't add the www or it will take you to Zimbabwe or some shit like that. Lol Some of you have visited my blog, but nobody is participating! I am about to post up a controversial subject next week...Treatment of Gay Teens in local churches. Check out what is up there... http://courage-standup.blogspot.com