Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:21:38 -0600
From: Andy West <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep On The Beach Chapter 35
Chapter 35 -- Demons Aren't Always Bad
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: Well guys, it has been a nice long ride. So many have
waited such a long time for this installment...I want to thank each of you
for your patience for this chapter, and I have a lot to say at the end
about my many discoveries along this journey with you. So, after you read
this last chapter, please read on for the comments at the end. Thanks! I
love each of you in a very interesting way, you have enriched my life with
your support, love and companionship. Look for more stories on the
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Chapter 35 -- Demons Aren't Always Bad
Lenny's perspective...
Geee...I really dunno where to pick up here. It's been many weeks
since Brant drug me down stairs and I found out I have gained a
Step-Mother, and a Step-Brother! Kinda makes screwing around with Brant a
tiny bit strange...but...since he was my boyfriend before he was my
brother...we pretend like nothing has changed. Well...that's not true
though. Because a freaking LOT has changed. I mean...none of us boys are
the same after...well...after. We're just not. I don't know if I can
explain it all. We are still trying to figure the shit out ourselves. I
mean...think about it. This is a whole lot of "stuff" to deal with. And
just as we think we got it all understood, we discover that we have to
start all over. I mean, start all over with the healing. It's weird. Me
and Brant can be lying in bed cuddling, both of us in our undies, and
nearly asleep. All of a sudden a smell, a touch, a sound...some movement
in the dark...who knows...something...and BAMO!!! All hell breaks loose in
our guts again. There is just no way I can tell you how many nights I have
held sweet Brant as he trembles in his sleep. Trembles. Like it was 30
degrees in here in bed with me. I get so scared when he is like that and
he is asleep. When it happens, I just hold him and pet him and try to let
him know through my gentle touches that he is safe.
I can tell you this, since that all happened Brant has changed.
Sometimes I don't like the changes...but don't tell him I said so. Well,
actually he'll read this, so guess he'll know eventually. But, it's
like... *Sigh* When I tell you this you are gonna think I am being shitty.
It feels shitty...I can tell you that much. But, now a lot of times Brant
is like a lost boy. I see him spaced out a lot. Like he is looking off
into the distance and his mind is far away. We can be in class and the
teacher will call on him, but he won't respond. So, ya, the school knows
about most of the stuff that happened to him, to us...and so they are
really kind to him. Mostly. No teachers allow any sort of laughing or
mocking of him when they are around. And, well, I don't allow no shit
either. Of course, everyone still knows Jason will kick-ass should I ask
for help...but mainly, the kids all love Brant anyway. Mostly, they are
sad too. I guess we've become the school "project." But I still hate what
has become of this part of my Brant.
But, there's more. See...sometimes he gets all afraid, and clingy.
It's as if he is afraid I will leave him, or quit on him. That just ain't
gonna happen. I love Brant. And Brant needs me. I will be his anchor the
rest of my life if he needs one that long. I love him that much.
No, we haven't really had sex since then either. Sometimes we both
get boners...and when we shower together there is a strange need between us
to stand under the water and hold each other close...like long lost lovers
just re-united. It has become a ritual. And as we stand there all
slippery and wet and warm and in each other's arms...we get stiff, and
well...we sort of rub ourselves together. Not so much as to cum, but it is
still erotic. At night when we hold one another, we may slip a hand into
the other's undies and hold on to the other's boyhood. Sometimes we get
stiff. His skin is sooooooo soft there, so smooth. We've not really
talked about the sex stuff though. I guess we both just know. We know
that we have to wait. I don't know how long we have to wait. But we have
to wait. For now, sex is not the love that is between us. It's the
closeness, the touches, the comfort of just being safely in each other's
arms. Without a word between us, one of us will have a flash-memory and
reach out for the other. And we find each other. I know if he needs me.
He knows if I need him. That is what we need for now - each other.
Brant still wets the bed. When I came home from the hospital is
when I really discovered what was going on. I suspected it before then. A
guy sometimes just knows stuff...but that first night is when we had to get
past it.
I locked the door to my room after we came upstairs. Dad and
Brant's Mom had just basically told us that they were getting married, and
that Dad was going to petition to adopt Brant as his own son. I have to
say I was overjoyed, and confused as shit all at the same time. I
mean...DAMN! You might not understand this right now...but I was most
worried about Mom's chair. The big green chair she used to sit in while
she held me and read to me. Daddy saw me look at the chair the whole time
they were telling us. Brant was standing with me, holding my hand, Daddy
Brant's Mom were sitting on the couch. The chair was empty...I was the
only one who sat in it anymore. When Daddy finished telling us what was
going on...he said Brant had his own room now, but that he suspected we'd
prolly sleep together for a while until both of us weren't scared anymore.
Funny...nobody said a word about boyfriends, or sex. It was as if everyone
know we would wait for that stuff. I don't know how...but it was the
un-spoken thing among us. Anyways, Daddy bear-hugged me up and whispered
into my ear, "Don't worry, Buddy, I'll take the chair up to your room
tomorrow. It's yours now. Momma would want you to keep it." I cried.
The next day the chair was in my room...where it is now, where I am writing
this from.
Oh, I was telling you about Brant and me...well...so, we ended up in
my room.
After a bit we all went to get some lunch, then later we got back
and sat in the living room. People kept coming bye to welcome me home and
bring stuffed animals, and Beanie babies, and toys and stuff. After awhile
I was exhausted. Daddy motioned us to go upstairs...we didn't need an
further invitation, we whisked ourselves away and were happy to finally be
alone. I wanted to sleep in my own bed, and have my own things around me.
I guess Brant just knew I wanted to sleep in my room, because when I turned
away from the door, he was already crawling up to sprawl out on my bed. It
was a double bed. So there was plenty of room for us both. But I wasn't
exactly sleepy. A whole lot of "stuff" had just been dropped on me and I
needed to sort it all out.
I turned out the overhead light and switched on the bedside lamp as
I too crawled up to snuggle with m Brant. He seemed so small, so frail.
But I suppose I was too. Neither of us would win a prize for fitness right
then. Brant and I just sorta melted together into one another's embrace.
We didn't caress one another too much, because the bruising and soreness
was still too much, but holding one another felt good. We were lying belly
to belly, and our noses and lips were touching. My blinded eye was on he
bottom side so I could see better. It is hard to look someone in the face
when they're that close to you, so we separated at the chest a tiny bit so
we could talk. Our groins were still pressed together. We had our hands
and arms intertwined at our chests between us. I could see something
troubling Brant. To me, it was plainly etched upon his face.
"What is it Brant," I whispered. "Are you mad they got together?
Do you hate being my new brother?" Brant sort of melted deeper into the
mattress when I whispered to him. I saw a lone tear drop from his eye. I
reached with a finger and wiped it from his face and sucked its saltiness
from my own finger.
Brant sighed very deeply, then drew a deep breath, "No...I...I
ummmm... I have to tell you something."
"Okay Brant, tell me anything. I'm right here for you Buddy."
Brant slowly turned his head in a way as if to tell me no. "You
won't want me to sleep here with you Lenny." I cocked my head in
confusion. I had no idea what this secret could be...but I was certain
nothing would come between us again.
"Brant," I whispered as I leaned in to brush his lips with mine,
"You'll have to trust me about this..." He nodded affirmative this time.
Closed his eyes, drew another deep breath, then burst out with it...
"I wet the bed."
I kept looking at him, waiting for the rest of it...but that was
it. Nothing else.
"That's it?" I asked, barely audible. I smiled at him. He smiled
back. That was the end of the conversation.
We went to sleep like that. Still clothed, lying across my bed,
holding hands, joined at the pelvis. Our legs became enter-meshed during
the night. Sometime after midnight, I felt an incredible warming sensation
at my groin. I had this odd dream I was peeing the bed. Soon enough I
woke enough to realize it was Brant. His Goodnight Pull-up had soaked
through and was leaking on us both. I smiled and pulled him closer to me
and went back to sleep. Morning would come, we would strip the mattress of
bedding, take a shower, and figure out how to deal with this a day at a
time. But a little body fluid wasn't going to make me not love him.
So...Like I said; it's been weeks now. I help Brant with his
bedwetting...I mean...I help him manage it and to get past it. We shower
before bed, and I make sure he pees really good before we head to bed.
Then, in the night when I wake to go take a leak, I take him by the hand
and lead him with me. Most times I have to pull his Goodnights down, even
hold his business for him (I do admit that sometimes I hold his dick just
because I like to hold is dick...). He is a sound sleeper when he passes
out. Some nights, I have to just pull his Goodnights off and toss `em...I
usually warm a wash cloth and wipe him before I lead him back to bed. Then
I'll cover him up, or I'll pull on a fresh pair of undies for him. I don't
mind. He is awake for some of it...it seems so...but he never remembers
the next morning. Snuggles and spooning are absolutely the way we sleep.
I love him so much.
But we are getting stronger. We are going to make it, Brant and I.
We're gonna make it. Oh...btw...Jason and Liam are planning a camping
trip! We can hardly wait!
~~00~~0~~00~~
Liam's perspective...
Okay, so here's the deal. Jason and I are nearly 100% after the
thing.
It.
That's what we call it.
It.
Stupid, I know, but we're just kids, so give me a break will ya?
Jason's face is all better now. Bruises all healed. He does have this
sexy little scar on his lip...not a big one...but it is there. And it gets
me freakin horny every time. It is a symbol now. A symbol of just how
much he loves me. How much he loves all of us. He was willing to die for
us. For Lenny. For me. I am so proud of Jason. And he knows I am. I
tell him tons of times. I like to show him too...I'll tell ya about that
later though. And, well...I have a scar too; where I was shot. I guess
each of the five of us have scars. Truth be told...the scars are deeper
than our flesh. It might take a very long time before all of us feel
normal and safe again. Jason says it is his life's goal to keep us from
hurting like that ever again. Somehow, I believe he can do it too.
He's changed. My Jason. He has always been the natural leader of
our group. You know that. But now...his role is somehow more. I don't
know if I'm smart enough to explain it though. It's like he is our big
brother...even though he's not even a brother to any of us. We accept what
he suggests as if ...hmmm...sounds like a cult or something I know...but
that ain't it. We just trust him, that's all. Ya, we have our parents.
They've all been helpful and supportive. In fact, they have been super. I
really don't think we'd have survived the first month without our parents.
But, even more than our parents, Jason is our glue. He holds us together,
he bonds us with some intangible strength that makes us each feel safe.
And trust me...feeling safe is important. We've been through enough scary
shit for 100 lifetimes.
It's sad sometimes, to think about how happy we were, and how sad
we seem from time to time now. Poor Brant may suffer the most. His eyes
are always dark, and his face is always ashen colored. He's way jumpy
too...and clingy to Lenny. Of course...a lot of us would like to cling to
sexy Lenny...HAHA... but Brant NEEDS Lenny, so we all mind our selves when
he is around so as not to even hint that we might come between them. The
look of panic is never far from Brant's eyes, but Lenny can calm him pretty
quickly. Weird thing is he does it most often without saying a single
thing. They have some sort of telepathy thing going I think. Jason and I
do o an extent...but theirs is different. Is there really a thing like
ESP? Does it really exist? Are thre differing levels of it if it's eral?
Gosh... I wonder about the weirdest stuff sometimes.
And Lenny. Well...he almost acts the opposite. You'd think he'd
be the scardy-cat after what happened to him. But not little Lenny. Nope.
He is Mr. Toughie. He has a cocky attitude that he can lick the world...he
manages to intimidate even high-school boys to back off and leave him
alone. I can tell you this...no shit-head in the whole school would dare
laugh at, or mock Brant right now! No sir. Lenny would rip their eyeballs
out...and they know it. So they give Brant a wide birth. In a way it's
funny...skinny, twerpy little Lenny is THE MAN!
Okay, see...this happened after both of them got back to Middle
School. It was after most of the noise of us all being back at school had
died down. See, at first everybody treated us like we all had three heads
or were glowing green or something. There were whispers, and silent nods,
and sad looks. Everyone was nice...TOO nice. You know what I mean? But
before long things got into a routine, and people stopped being wigged out
by us being there (this happened to all four of us, and Ray...well, Ray
didn't get back to school very soon, I'll tell you more about Ray.
Grrrr...there is just too much to remember here). Thing is, after the
routines set in, that is when Brant began "re-lapsing" is what the Doctors
told us. He would walk down the hall and just stop still, standing in the
middle of the walk way, people bumping into him and he'd be staring off
into space. Usually Lenny was with him, so it got to where Lenny had to
literally grab hold of Brant's shirt sleeve or jacket and keep him moving
along. The school and their parents worked out all their classes and stuff
together so Lenny could be with Brant all day. That helped. It wasn't too
long after Lenny began dragging Brant along the corridors that Brant began
holding on to Lenny's arm. Yeah, you see where this is going. Holding
Lenny's arm soon turned into holding Lenny's hand. It wasn't anything
sexual, or anything like a boyfriend kind of reaction from Brant...Lenny
had become Brant's security blanket. It is how me and Jason saw it
anyways.
Ummm...oh...so...this one day something or the other happened and
Lenny wasn't right there with Brant when Brant had one of
his...spells...dunno what you call them. Brant stopped walking and people
were passing him bye, some bumping into him simply because he was in the
way, others because they didn't see him. But there was these three bigger
kids who stopped and decided to mess with Brant. There were the typical
jeers and smirks, giggling and normal stupid stuff you might figure would
happen. But then it got really stupid really fast. One of the boys,
Roger, nodded at the other two to indicate he was about to do something.
They all nodded their ascent, and watched what Roger was about to do. This
whole time Brant was just standing there in another dimension kinda.
"Hey Fag-boy," Roger goaded, "Where's your little fag protector?
Your boyfriend off sucking somebody else's dick? That why you are so
fucked up here in the pathway?" Raucous laughter ensued, the passersby
formed a kind of oasis around the four boys in the middle, and when the few
close by began to notice Roger was taunting Brant, the proverbial circle
formed and kids started waiting to watch. What is it with Mob-Mentality?
People are cruel, and idiots most times. Have you ever noticed that?
When Brant didn't respond, Roger got bolder. "Hey, Fag-boy...I'll
tell you what. You don't need a Fag-protector; me and the boys will take
care of you." With that, he grabbed Brant by the shirt-sleeve and pulled
him towards the bathroom. Brant followed without resistance, still in his
fog.
At the bathroom door, one of the other two boys jumped ahead and
opened the door for Roger and Brant to pass through. Once inside the
second boy held the door shut. Roger spun Brant around to face him.
Peering deep into Brant's face...there was no recognition of anything
happening in Brant's eyes. Emboldened, Roger placed his hands on Brant's
shoulders and pushed him down to is knees, directly in front of Roger's
crotch.
"Here's the little faggot a cock to suck on," Roger said lustily as
he lowered his own zipper and began fishing out his rapidly filling cock.
He grinned, and the boy by Roger's side turned white.
"Hey!" the other boy yelled in astonishment (his name is Benton,
but kids just called him Ben). "You can't to that shit to the little kid.
Dude, what are you thinking?" Ben shoved Roger's hand away from diggin out
his cock with enough force to turn Roger around to face him. Both Roger
and Ben are about the same size, though Roger is the decided ring-leader of
the group.
Roger squared off at Ben and pushed him back, to which Ben snapped
back his own hard shove. The other kid at the door (Kelsey..everyone calls
him Kelp) stepped forward a bit...probably trying to decide who's side to
take. Breaking ranks in a gang like that isn't really cool...if you know
what I mean. But. Roger was being totally a dick-wad...even Kelp could
see that. About that time a few other kids started stepping into the
bathroom, because Kelp who had the door blocked, wasn't doing that anymore.
By that time, Lenny had finished up in the classroom and went to
look for Brant. The commotion in the hall and bathroom was the obvious
place to look. One kid had blocked the door OPEN, and a quick glance
inside caused Lenny to go totally demon-rogue.
It was a total transformation, by all counts.
Legendary stuff.
One-eyed Hell-on-wheels.
Reports were that bodies were flying through the air like the
Tasmanian Devil had swept through the circle. Others said Lenny swept
underneath everyone knocking boys of all stripes astride. And yet others
claimed to see Lenny vault over them all as if launched from a circus
cannon. My guess he clawed and hacked through like a maniac. We did take
a few days to get all the skin and blood and hair out from under the boy's
fingernails afterwards! One fortunate thing came from the incident.
Respect.
Benton popped Roger square on the jaw, decking him. When Kelp got
to the spot where the tussle was going on he had to make an immediate
choice: Join Roger on the deck, or stand square with Ben...it was an easy
choice. The room swelled with a dozen guys, who quickly put two-and-two
together and knew what had just happened...that Roger's shriveling dick was
hanging out his opened fly and that he was holding his broken nose -- blood
beginning to trickle out the crevices of his hand, and that Brant was still
on his knees dazed (but rapidly coming back to himself), and Benton shaking
his now smarting fist (we learned later got broken on Roger's face) gave it
all the elements to piece the story together. Lenny parted the sea of
bodies (by might or miracle still isn't known) and gloomed onto Brant,
pulling the less-dazed boy to his feet.
"Len..." was all Brant could say before he completely fainted and
swooned. With god-like strength in his tiny self, Lenny scooped Brant up
as a Father would a small child. Somebody snapped a cell-phone picture of
the scene. The look of determined fortitude on Lenny's face is still to
this day a sight that gives chill to whomever sees it. IF there was a
doubt in the world that Lenny would fight or kill for his boyfriend before
that moment...the doubts permanently died there that day.
Eerie silence shushed the gathering crowd as Lenny walked out with
Brant in his arms. At the door, adult teachers and counselors began
appearing, and one of them took Brant from Lenny's arms. Oddly, Lenny
surrendered the boy without a struggle. His next actions told us why.
Without a word, Lenny turned from the now departing Brant in the arms of
the School Security Guard...back to the bathroom he stepped with steely
determination. Again the silence of the surrounding kids was deafening.
Len looked at Ben and Kelp and nodded almost imperceptibly as he stepped
over the prone figure of a much larger but bleeding Roger.
Lenny dropped to his knees atop Rogers midsection and the older
boy's breath gushed out of him. In a panic for air, Roger's hands left his
own face, blood by now streaming from his face and smeared all down his
face neck and torso. As he gasped for breath, blood spattered on both
boys. Undeterred by the patheticness of Roger's condition, Lenny reached
out taking a handful of Rogers longish dirty-blonde hair, jerking the
bleeding boy's head and face to within inches of Len's own. This is the
rumored reply from little Lenny to the much larger, older boy...
"I'll fucking kill you, you son-of-a bitch. I'll cut your dick off
and feed it to you if you even so much as look at my
boyfriend...ever...again." Lenny scowled at Roger, some say he growled a
guttural noise that frightened many of the others gathered there, and he
slowly, deliberately got up and walked out to join his boyfriend.
Weeks later I asked Lenny if he really said that. Lenny looked at
me with his one good eye, raising his eyebrow. "Has the bastard bothered
us again?" No, was my nodded answer...it was all Lenny ever talked to me
personally about that part of it. The rest is, as they say, history.
Roger had to change schools. Not only because he was suspended and
hauled off to the police station (ya, the Detective meant business...), but
also because he was done at the school. Not a living soul at the school
would look at him or talk to him the same ever again. He crossed a line
that even wacked out school kids know can't be crossed. Lenny became a
folk-lore hero. He attacked a grown assed man over Brant, and brokered no
argument from a bully here at school in front of 30 witnesses. Who knows
what MIGHT have happened in another situation should Roger have tried to
stand up against Lenny. Dunno. I suspect it would have been Roger against
573 kids. Not the sort of odds a guy likes to take into a fight.
Certainly not a bloke like Roger (oddly, I don't think the odds would have
deterred Lenny).
~~00~~0~~00~~
Ha! So, you know what? It really isn't intimidation, I don't
think. The kids here really do love Brant and Lenny. Not only are they
adorably cute, and obviously TOGETHER... but they are sweet. And they
cause NO trouble. There is the Jason factor...but I don't know if little
Lenny needed Jason to fight this fight. He seemed to handle himself okay.
And after IT happened, the kids all sort of got the hint to back the fuck
off and leave them alone. I guess they all got the same memo.
~~00~~0~~00~~
So, yeah...me and Jason are going to have a camping trip. It's all
planned up. Me and Jason, Lenny and Brant. Dad, Lenny's dad, and even
Jason's dad are coming along too (they get to carry the damned firewood!).
We got them to agree to let us boys all share a tent, and there will be two
more tents...Lenny's dad and Jason's dad will share a tent, and My dad will
have his own; he snores too loud for anyone but mom to want to sleep with
him...lol. Detective Hauk is coming too. He said he wants a chance to get
out in the woods himself...said he may bring his own tent...and his nephew
along...if we don't mind. Which, of course we don't mind. So, what
started out as a simple way for us boys to get alone for a day or so has
turned out to be a family affair...in the highest order. Lol.
Only...oddly, me and the guys don't really care.
We are going over the Thanksgiving holidays. We'll leave right
after the Dallas Cowboy game. We do, afterall, have to keep our priorities
straight!!!
~~00~~0~~00~~
Notes: Okay. Sorry this chapter took a few days longer than I hoped
to get finished. I hope you enjoyed it though. Ummm...I SERIOUSLY thought
and wanted this chapter to end the story...but silly me cannot get my arms
around this still. I am desperately trying to push the story into a
closure...but it don't always cooperate with my own dictates. Kind of like
trying to babysit a 3 year old...You find yourself wanting to say, "How
many arms you got anyway, kiddo?"
As for my general well being over these months...I nearly starved to
death. But fortunately, God has intervened many times and kept my demise
away. Many thanks to all of you for your love and prayers and well wishes.
Adam, David, Zac, Liam, Tyler, Tayler, Rod, Cap, Olly, Jerry, Billy, Jason,
David L., Alex, Shaun, Jimmy, Crisp, Johnny, Kyon, Kai...hell...I just
can't name all of you (do any of you realize how many 3000 friends are?).
I simply don't know what I would do without you...and I absofuckinglutely
had no clue I could discover such great friends by penning a few tiny
thoughts from my troubled brain. You guys all amaze me. I love you...yes,
you. You are a wonderful lot!
I guess this is the point to mention this (not sure if I have
earlier...forgive my forgetfulness if I did...), but I am seriously
considering publishing this into a book form. I have been asked a
gazillion times by you all to consider it...and I have been approached by
someone willing to assist me in doing so. I'm altogether excited by the
possibilities, and humbled beyond belief at the idea of it. If you have
any comments or suggestions regarding that thought, I'd love to hear them.
I anxiously await your responses. andyoutwest@live.com or
http://weststories.altervista.org