Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:34:36 -0500
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Alseep on the Beach - Chapter Four gay/young friends

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.

Please let me know what you think, I welcome all comments...all of them.
I'm a big boy now, and I can deal with whatever your honest assessments
are.  At the end of the day, I hope more of you appreciate it and find some
pleasure and meaning here.  I'll respond to each comment as quickly as my
work will let me.  andyoutwest@ive.com.

For those of you who have asked...and care...no word as yet from Jack in
Brisbane.  One reason may be that I have checked back in some old
correspondence from him and realize that he may be in Perth!  Oops!  Jake,
if you ARE in Perth...or wherever you may be now, I know when you read this
you'll know who I am...please contact me.  (In case you are wondering how I
could commit such a blunder...It was when Jake went to Perth that I lost
contact with him...or shortly thereafter...my relationship with his was
while he was in Brisbane, and that is where my mind always associates him;
in case you were wondering.).





       Asleep On the Beach
       Chapter 4

       Previously...


       He (Lenny) 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 a long time 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."


       Chapter 4


       Mom was as cool as I'd expected.  "Sure Dear," she said, "I'm glad
you are making new friends.  I'm sorry this boy was sunburned...what's his
name?...Lenny?  Well, you know how to take care of him, don't you?"  If she
only knew.  "Dad, and I will be late tonight, as we promised the
McPherson's we'd all go to the movies with the Stamper's so we won't be
home until real late.  You will probably be asleep when we get home."  Oh
joy!

       "Don't worry, Mom," I interjected, "We'll be fine.  Yes.  I know how
to treat a sunburn...we'll just play some Xbox and stuff...I'll call for a
pizza...we'll be fine.  We'll most likely be asleep by the time you guys
get home...I'll see you in the morning."

       "Okay, Son," she said, "you boys be careful.  I love you!"

       "Mom?" I asked affectionately.

       "Yes, Hon?"

       "Thanks," I beamed through the phone, "this means a lot to me...your
the best!"  I could feel my ears burning a bit.  It's embarrassing to
reveal such vulnerabilities...even to your mom.

       "Oh, Honey," she replied sorta teary, "I'm happy you
are...well...good night, Son, I'll talk to you in the morning.  You call me
if you need me."  Parents.

       I hung up the phone and Lenny squeezed me all the tighter.  I looked
down at him and said, "Careful, you're gonna squeeze me in two!"  We both
laughed.

       We had all evening now to pursue things and see what may develop.  I
had so many questions for Lenny, and so much to learn. I could hardly
believe this was all working out so well...so fast too!  I ordered the
pizza -- two LARGE loaded pizzas and we decided we couldn't wait an hour
so it was to raid the refrigerator...growing boys have to eat you know.

       First, we need some clothes.  I found my boxers and put them back
on.  Hmm...what to do about Lenny...lemme think...Ahh!  I remembered Jason!
Oopps.  How could I FORGET Jason?  *Sigh* This is going to get difficult, I
could tell.  Anyway, I remembered that Jason had some particularly small
boxers left with my stuff.  I...umm...I sorta hid them from him.  They are
my FAVORITE boxers of Jason's.  They were old, and sorta threadbare, and
when he wore them...evidentially they were HIS favorites too...cause he
wore them A LOT...when he did, if I could manage to get just the right
angle I could see the outline of his penis and could quite easily see
evidence of his bush through the thin fabric.  Mind you, they weren't
obscene...just pretty provocative to a gay, horny teenager (me).  After I
swiped them from Jason, I would use those to jack-off with...if there
wasn't a fresh "dirty" pair to be had, that is.

       I decided THOSE boxers were exactly what I wanted Lenny to wear, so
I dug them from their hiding spot and offered them to Lenny.  He took them,
looked them over, estimating their size and so forth.  "Hmm," he said after
a few moments, "somebody got a lot of wear from these, didn't they?"  He
had a knowing look and grin on his face.  I blushed.

       "Umm...," my mind slow to reason again, "They're...umm...Jason's." I
stammered.  I don't know why I felt so ...so...flabbergasted when I was
around Lenny.  Usually, I have no difficulty speaking at all.  "He leaves
his stuff here all the time, and we sorta share clothes and closets,
dressers and stuff," I offered, having regained some composure.  My face
was still burning though.  Why was I so embarrassed in front of a kid I
just blew for crying out loud?  *Grrr* My explanation seemed to satisfy him
though, because he just bent over and pulled them on, snapping he elastic
against his taut belly.  He ran his hands over himself and looked up at me
with a grin and nod of approval.

       The next couple of hours were full of munching, giggling, talking,
watching TV, more eating, drinking soda's, you know the drill.  Finally,
sated with food and soda's we settled in on the couch to watch TV for a
little bit.  I was sitting on the right corner of the couch and Lenny was
prone with his head in my lap.  My hands roamed all over his chest, sides,
back, and beautiful bottom.  Occasionally, I would run my fingers through
his downy-soft blond hair...each time I did this I could feel myself
beginning to swell in my boxers. Finally, there was no denying the sexual
desire building between us both.  I let my hand slip beneath the elastic of
Jason's boxers and cupped the soft mound of his perfect ass cheek.  I
remember considering if I could ever really think of these as Jason's
boxers again after tonight...deciding that really didn't matter, as I was
CERTAIN they would still be USEFUL for what I needed them for regardless of
whose name (face..dick...) I tried to associate with them (this thought
only flashed through my mind like a lightning bolt mind you...I mean...my
hands were on the most perfect ass-cheek in the universe after all!).

       Lenny groaned at my daring touch and gently rolled over on his back,
stretching his legs straightening out and pointing his toes.  Now I was
holding a rock hard throbbing penis!  He squirmed and moaned some more at
my gently caresses. Then, he looked up at me with eyes full of lust and
desire, "Can we do it some more?" his voice dripping with sexual desire.
Squeezing his hardness slightly, I lowered my face to his and embraced him
in a deep and sensual kiss.  Our tongues began wrestling, dueling for
domination, our breathing frantic and strained.  Lenny shifted again, this
time to rise slightly and wrap both arms around me.  Wow!  Where did a
little kid learn to kiss like this?

       "Come on," I mumbled through his lips that weren't about to pull
away from mine, "let's go upstairs and get on the bed."  He wouldn't break
the kiss...so I just rolled him up a bit, struggled to my feet, and carried
him I my arms.  Lenny didn't resist being carried away...so long as he
could continue devouring my tongue and lips.  I stumbled a couple of times
as I negotiated the stairs...this would be my first time to climb stairs
with a horny twelve-year old glued to my lips!  Fortunately, it wouldn't be
the last, though...at least that is how it was shaping up.

       At my room, I had to negotiate the door without bumping his
incredibly sexy head, and managed to kick the door shut behind us.  I got
to the bed and we collapsed in a ball of nearly naked boy-flesh, kisses,
and hardons.  We rolled back and forth for several minutes with me on top,
then him, then me...somewhere in all of that kissing we had managed to
loose our briefs and were both completely nude.

       I could feel his hardness on my groin as he managed to wrestle me to
the bottom.  He pushed my arms over my head and sat right on my upper
thighs, leaning over me...hovering.  Our dicks were touching, and I could
feel his warmth...feel his tiny balls nestled just below my shaft.  He
looked me full in the face for a few moments, then whispered, "Liam, I
think I love you!"  And lowered himself down...down...down to my lips. The
slow, deliberate path he chose was soooo sensual.  As his lips touched
mine, I snaked out my tongue over his luscious candy-red lips.  He groaned
and I could feel our dicks slide into a grove beside one another.  Just as
slowly as he lowered himself into our kiss, he began a gently rocking his
pelvis into mine in time with the darting tongue tempo we had established.
God, this kid is good.

       I wrestled my arms away from his grasp over my head and quickly
pulled him into a tight body hug.  My hands roaming over his muscled back,
down to those soft mounds.  I pulled his hips even tighter to me and could
feel the familiar tingling beginning to build in my lions.  I didn't want
it to end so soon so I had to forcefully make him stop.

       He whimpered as I rolled over on top and pulled away.  My long hair
dropped down into my eyes and I had to shake it back.  I didn't want any
distractions.  "We've got all night, Baby."  I shocked myself at this term
of endearment...had I ever used it before in a significant way?  I doubt
it.  Gently, I reached for his prick and felt it throbbing and pulsing, it
had a fever.  I could tell he wasn't going to last long at all...but I also
remembered that he wasn't shooting yet, and that meant he could probably be
ready for more right away.  My mind made up, I lowered myself away from his
upper body, descending with gently kisses as I traveled toward my goal.
His body was a dream, so toned, so tanned, so...perfect.  I could smell the
desire oozing from him.  His body writhed under my lips and tongue as I
progressed ever slowly downward.  His belly button was nearly flat, tiny,
and sexy.

       His hands reached for my hair and I could feel him urging me even
further down to his eager dick.  He wasn't forcing me, more like guiding
me.  Sensing his need, I brought his dick to my lips and began bathing his
mushroom head with my tongue.  He surged upward at the touch of my lips and
his dick slipped entirely into my warm mouth.  "Ahhhh...gggooddd!" he
exclaimed, and fell ridged back deeper into the bed.  His hands frantically
grasped at the bed linen and his young body tensed...completely rigid.  I
thought he would last a bit longer, but he surprised me with a sudden
bucking and wracking of his body.  As he convulsed in orgasm, my mouth
stayed glued to his delicious dick and kept a steady pace of bobbing up and
down, swirling my tongue all around the shaft, and concentrating on the
sensitive head on the up-strokes.  Finally, he was spent, and panting on
the bed.  His body heaving with ragged breaths he was trying to catch, and
a sheen of perspiration covered his torso.

       I watched him a great long time as he recovered.  His dick still
occasionally jerking and throbbing.  He was so beautiful there on my bed.
I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.  He sifted slightly and noticed
y tears.  Quickly he rose up and wrapped his arms around my shoulders,
peppering me with kisses.  "What's wrong," he pleaded through his kisses,
"are you okay?  Did I make you mad? What did I do?" he pleaded.

       "You didn't do anything," I finally managed.  It was tough talking
in such an emotional state, let alone with my face being pelted with a
hundred boy kisses!  I gently grabbed his face, pulling his lips away ever
so slightly, and looked him in the eyes...those piercing green eyes of
his..."I'm just so incredibly happy, Lenny.  That's all...I'm...I love
you."  That was it, he dove on me like a wild man...possessed...kissing me
all over...zillions of wet boy kisses.  THIS is what heaven is
about...right here, bathing me in love.

       Just as I had done him, he lowered himself to my throbbing member
and brought it deep into his mouth.  "Mmmmm..." he murmured on my dick.  A
quick rhythm began and I knew it wouldn't take but a few bobs of his head
before I blew my load.  I put my hands on either side of his face, he
looked up from my dick, while maintaining his suction, and I could see and
feel the love he was send through my body.  I convulsed in the most massive
orgasm of my life...right there, with is face in my hands, watching him
drink my essence down, our gaze locked.  Finally spent, I couldn't stand it
anymore and had to collapse back on the bed.  Oh...my...god.



       Okay.  Sorry this is so short...but sometimes I get aggravated when
it takes weeks...or longer...to get the next chapter from a favorite story.
So, I am trying to keep you progressing here as these boys discover more
and more of themselves.  I know we didn't answer many questions in this
chapter...hopefully you'll forgive that and will have enjoyed a bit of the
pleasure young lovers can experience.  Life needs to be enjoyed along the
way, afterall.  Please let me know if you have questions or comments.
Andy, at andyoutwest@live.com