Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 14:57:10 -0500
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 5 (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.

	I'm finding myself in the interesting conundrum many writers face
at mid point of a story.  So many of you have written with advise on how
you see the story going...or where you'd like to see it go.  At the end of
the day however, I have to be true to what I feel inside is the direction
the story is leading me.  This chapter is much more intense than the
previous four.  You may be uncomfortable reading this chapter.  Should you
get to a part that doesn't suit you, please just stop and wait for the next
chapter.  No...no...nothing BAD happens, but just...well...read for
yourself.  I await your response; contact me at andyoutwest@ive.com.



       Asleep On the Beach
       Chapter 5

       Previously...


       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.


Chapter 5


	The night was deepening, and I knew we'd not be able to hold out
for much more of anything.  Pulling the blankets up over us I snuggled down
into them and wiggled into a comfortable position, Lenny instinctively knew
what I was doing and without comment he adapted his position to mine and
drifted away into dreamland like a contented lad.  I lay there a bit
longer, awake, considering all that had transpired and what I had learned
today.  Here, lying on my chest and in my arms was the most incredible boy
I have ever known.  And, he loves me.  Or, at least he THINKS he does.  Am
I going to fast?  Am I letting him confuse sex and lust for love?  Shit.
How can I know the difference?  I'm not even old enough to know the
difference myself.  What if I mess this kid up?  I mean...what if his
thinking and mind gets screwed up because I don't know what I want...or
what I'm doing.  Damn.  This is too confusing.  *Sigh* What do I really
know for sure?  I do know what I feel when I'm holding him in my arms right
now.  I know how incredible it feels to know I am making his body feel
pleasure he has never experienced.  I know that much.  I sighed and let my
mind dwell on the pleasure, and not the questions.

       Just lying there with him in my arms...what an awesome feeling.  His
breathing was normal, his body warm, and I was content.  All my life I have
wanted to sleep with someone...no, no, that's not what I'm talking
about...I'm talking about just BEING WITH someone...in my bed...in my
arms...together...like this.  And now...here HE is.  And it's just awesome.
I'd be content the rest of my life to just have him sleep in my arms; to
feel his heart beating, to soak up his warmth, to FEEL his contented sleep.
God.  *Sigh* Why is it so long before we are allowed to experience this
sensation. Are there complications doing this I just don't know about?
Damn.  Now my mind was working again.  How should I handle this situation?
What would Jason do if he were in this situation?  Would he ever know what
it feels like to hold a boy in his arms?  Does it feel differently to hold
a girl?  *Uggh* Not curious enough about that to try to find out.
But...will Jason be happy like this?

	Then, another thought began to creep in on me...where did Lenny
come from?  How did he just "end up" on the beach...and in my bed?  What do
I know about him?  Let's see...he's gorgeous and sexy...okay...I got
that...what else...hmmm.  He's athletic, his body seems to tell me that.  I
wonder if he skates, or boards?  Does he like soccer? Baseball?  Football?
Hmmm...  What else do I know?  Well...he seems to know quite a bit about
sex.  I wonder where he learned so much?  He told me he had never done
anything with anyone else before, I suppose I have to take him at his word
about that.  Would he lie about that?  Why would he?  Hmmm...I suppose he
would if he wanted to protect the other person...but shit...that just makes
me wonder too many things.  I'll have to trust him about that for now.
Wait...did he say he never did ANYTHING? Or, did he just say he had never
sucked anyone (or been sucked)?  Hmmm...maybe he had some OTHER sexual
experience...I wonder what?  He DID say there was another kid who wanted to
"suck his wienie."  I suppose they could have done other things...like jack
each other off...perhaps.

	Okay, what else do I know...SHIT!!  How could I forget his MOM?
Now I felt guilty even more.  Lenny has to be a lonely boy...and here I am
practically raping him.  Can you rape someone with oral sex?  No.  I
suppose I am just a MOLESTER!  *Good grief!* My mind cant wrap around all
this shit.  He did WANT to do this?  Didn't he.  Yes.  I think the answer
is yes.  Don't I have to make sure?  Yes, I have to make sure.

	I wonder how his Dad is?  Is he mean?  It's hard to imagine a
beautiful kid like this...I mean, a kid with as beautiful a demeanor as
Lenny coming from mean parents...so...maybe his Dad was cool.  I have
issues with my own folks, but really I'm lucky to have such cool parents.
It COULD be so much worse.  But still, Lenny seems lonely...He said
what?... "he thinks I look like her..." so maybe his Dad works so much
because he hates to see his wife's face so easily in his son.  Hmmm...now
I'm a psychoanalyst.  *Sigh* I'm sure many other thoughts came through my
little tired brain that night...but gratefully...with its usual
stealth...sleep eventually overcame me.

	Sometime in the night, I was dreaming that my dick was hard as a
steel bolt.  What a dream...I scarcely remember ever being aware of a wet
dream as it was happening...usually, when I'd had a wet dream it woke me up
at the end, when my boxers were filled with my boy emissions.  But,
THIS...this seemed so REAL.  I groaned and moved my hand down to take
matters into my own hands...so to speak...and...DAMN!

	Lenny must have woken up horney, because his mouth was deeply
impaled on my dick.  I could now feel his tongue bathing me, swirling all
around my dick.  His moans of pleasure doubled mine, as their vibrations
transferred directly to my dick. Slowly, his head moved up and down, every
inch of my dick; I was being loved and cherished by this beautiful boy.
Coming to my senses, I pulled the boy upwards...it wasn't easy, as he sure
didn't want to stop what he was doing.  But, my grip was firm and
relentless, and sensing I wanted something else, he slowly relinquished his
suction on my dripping dick and allowed himself to be brought up out from
under the blanket and toward my face.  I pulled him to my lips for a few
passionate...perhaps even desperate kisses.  Panting for breath, we both
pulled away as if on queue.

	I turned up on my elbow and began caressing his heaving chest with
my free hand.  Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at me with a half
glassy look.  "Why did you stop me...are you upset with me for doing that
without a-a-asking?"

	"Shhhh...," I hushed him and leaned in to softly kiss his still
damp lips.  "I loved it," I assured him with a whisper.  "I just want to
make sure this is really what you want to do..."

	"Ummm...," he interrupted with a giggle, "I think it was ME working
down there."  His smile was gleeful.  I dug a finger into his ribs causing
him to writhe away from my tickle.

	"That's not what I mean," I said.  He settled back down against my
body, his warmth was such an awesome feeling, and for a few seconds I just
relished in this closeness.  I'd always dreamed of doing this with someone,
and this was really happening...incredible.  "Lenny," I whispered, "we
don't have to...no...I mean YOU don't have to suck me to make me happy.
Sex is great...I mean...I love this...but...but...shit."  I sighed deeply
and started again.  "What I mean is...we don't have to do sex stuff for me
and you to be friends.  Does that make sense to you?"

	He was silent for a moment, obviously thinking.
"Well...umm...okay.  I think I understand what you mean..."  He drifted off
into more silence.  I waited for him to formulate his thoughts.  As he was
doing so, he absentmindedly began touching my chest, making little circles
around my nipples and abdomen.  "Liam?" he asked finally.

       "Yes."

       "What if this IS what I want to do?"

       I didn't answer.  Instead, I leaned over him and cupped his sweat
face in both hands.  My eyes locked him in a deep, searching gaze for
several seconds...our lips only inches apart.  Our breath warming each
other.  Slowly I lowered my lips to his, closing my eyes on my dissent.
Ever so gently our lips touched...no torrents of passion, no lust, no
dueling tongues...just a tender embrace...soft touch.  I wanted to convey
my very true and deep passion, but didn't want this to be about sex...but
love.  I suppose he understood, because my eyes opened as I felt his lips
quiver under mine.  I saw tears forming in his eyes and slowly drip down
the sides of his face.  My thumbs gently brushed the tears away and I let
him cry, while drawing him fully into my arms.  Our prone bodies melting
together so that it wasn't possible to distinguish between us.

       Ever so slowly I began kissing his tender body, starting at his
neck, ears, and shoulders, and worked systematically down, down, down.  The
scent of this boy, the feel of him...I was swimming in a sea of sensuality.
The more my lips touched him, the more of him I craved.  Lower I worked,
licking, kissing, and pausing everywhere to lay my face against him...his
flesh and mine pressed together...love flowing between us.  As I approached
his dick, his breathing changed to quick shallow breaths...I almost feared
he would hyperventilate.  I looked up at him then, our eyes meeting.  His
look was of desperation.  "Please," he groaned in that sexy, husky voice.
How could I resist?

       I took him in then, his musk filling my nostrils as his penis
slipped deep into my mouth.  My lips tightly caressed his dick, and my
tongue clung to it in desperation.  Desperation, because I wanted my every
touch to convey what I was feeling.  I wasn't trying to "get him off," I
was trying make love to him.  Thoughts of inadequacy flashed through my
mind, given my general lack of real experience...but the flesh in my mouth,
at my fingers, against my skin seemed to quell those doubts and I continued
loving my new boyfriend...BOYFRIEND!

       Shifting into better position, I spread his legs slightly and began
caressing his butt cheeks.  I discovered how incredibly sexy and alluring
those globes of flesh are to actually hold and caress.  I especially loved
where his ass cheeks and legs joined together...god.  My fingers found
their prize...his pucker-hole.  I touched it, and he nearly convulsed in my
arms.  "AAHHHhhhhhhh," he moaned and pushed himself toward my caress.  I
pulled off his dick long enough to lick the area between there and his
balls (perineum...I know now...but had no clue there was a name for it back
then).  Quickly I replaced my mouth back on his throbbing prick, he moaned
in appreciation, and returned my fingers to his hole.  As I gently probed
his hole, I could feel it twitch, begging me to enter, and his moans gave
me the same sense of urgency. As I pressed slightly harder, I felt him open
and my finger slipped past the fist digit. Now his anal ring gripped and
re-gripped my finger as he twisted and moaned and hissed.

       At first, his body pulled away from my probing finger...as if it
hurt...then as he adjusted to it he began pushing back onto my finger,
drawing it deeper into himself.  When I felt his little walnut of a
prostrate (no...I had no idea then what I'd found in there...), he jumped
physically and spasmed all over.  His dick began to convulse and I felt his
orgasm exploding, wracking his dick with pleasure.  So intense was his
orgasm that I could actually feel and taste a bit of cum...he had actually
shot into my mouth.  Oh my god!  I couldn't believe how intense all this
was...for him...or for me.

       On and on he convulsed, his head turning back and forth and
delirious groaning and noises emitting from him.  When his dick finally
quit throbbing, I felt him relax and shrink back down on the bed, but I
kept my finger deep inside his warm hole...perfectly still though...just
holding my place inside him and reveling in the sensation of actually being
inside another person...THIS person.  Also, I kept his dick inside my
mouth, though as with my finger in his ass...I kept my mouth perfectly
still...just enjoying the intensity of having him in such an intimate way.
Amazingly, his dick did not shrink like mine does after an orgasm.  He was
still ridged inside my mouth, and I just knew any movement on my part would
be sensory overload for him, but I sure didn't want to pull away.

       Eventually, he came down from his post orgasmic high, and as his
breathing got under control he reached ever so gently for my face and
hinted that he wanted me to pull off.  I obliged, but was disappointed.  It
felt like I was abandoning my post!  I am not sure what I expected...but
his next actions were incomprehensible to me.

       "Fuck me," his husky, breathy voice pleaded.  "Please, Liam, I need
you inside me."

       "Oh my god, Lenny," I gasped, "I'm way too big for you...I'd tear
you apart."

       "Noooooo...PLEASE!" he begged, "I have to feel you inside
me...god...please do it Liam...please."  He began to turn over to get
himself into position on all four.  I gently turned him back on his back,
and he was crying.  "Please...," he whimpered.

       "I'm not sure this is a good idea...," I began, but he was pulling
and pulling at me trying desperately to get me to agree.  "Okay," I sighed,
"please though...I don't want to hurt you.  We've got to figure how...," I
had had an idea.  Reaching over for my hand lotion which I kept in my
bedside drawer I grabbed it and smiled at him.

       "What?" he asked.

       "Lube...it will help me slip inside."  I put some in my hand and
began rubbing up and down my dick.  Still...I wasn't entirely sure this
would be a great idea.  I was considerably bigger than him.
Hmmm...Ahhh...another idea.

       "Lenny," I said softly to him, "I want you to be on top."

       "Huh? How"

       I rolled over on my back and gave him the lube.  "Put some of this
inside yourself down there, then I want you to sit on my dick.  That will
let you be in control.  You can go as slow as you want, take as much as you
can, and stop if you need to.  I saw something like this on the net once
when Jason and me were looking at some porn sites once.  It looked
hot...and it might be easier for you."  I could see the lights go on in his
head and his eyes brightened considerably.  A devilish grin formed on his
lips.

       "Perfect," he said.

       Taking the lotion, he did as I instructed, working the lotion inside
himself and moving into position astraddle my groin.  He reached down and
kissed my dick.  "Ewww!" he grimaced, "tastes like lotion!"  Smiling he
pulled up to planted a deep kiss on my lips, then he settled back and
grabbing my dick with his right hand he raised his ass up to hover just
above my manhood.  He looked up then at me and watched me watch him as he
slowly lowered himself to my dick.

       I gasped as I felt the warmth of his wet pucker hole when it touched
my dick head.  "Are you sure," I mouthed silently to him as we approached
the point of no return.  Wordlessly he pressed down on my dick.  As I felt
the lips of his...he was way toooo beautiful to call it an asshole...felt
them struggle to open.  The more pressure he applied, the more he grimaced,
concentrating on taking me into himself.  His nostrils flared ad he
breathed deeply.  He lowered his head and seemed almost to pray, but I'm
nearly certain that isn't what he was doing.  When he raised his head, he
was calm and had a peaceful look on his face.  Placing his hands upon my
chest, he pushed a bit more downward with his ass.

       Suddenly, I felt him open and my dickhead popped inside him.  He
clenched his eyes, and held his breath, waiting for his hole to adjust.
After a few moments...he looked up at me again and I could feel him
relax...he slid another inch down on my dick.  I was in outer space.  His
ass was hot to my dick, and he felt like velvet.  Slippery velvet.  But, it
also hurt as his tightness held my skin pulling it against my dickhead.  It
felt like he was ripping the skin right off my dick.  How is it possible to
be in rapturous bliss and agony at the same time?  I knew this wouldn't
last long though, I was already about to explode up his ass.  How could I
hold out any longer?

       Sensing my nearness, Lenny determined all the more to finish what he
started.  He got a serious look on his face, and pushed down again.  Hard
this time.  Deep this time.  All the way this time, but very slowly.  My
dick was being engulfed by his hot and hungry boy-hole.  God.  I thought I
would surly pass out.  Every millimeter of downward assent on my dick was
intense.  I am only about five and a half inches long, but this made me
feel like I was a foot long!  The pain was intense for him, as he cried out
in agony at his impalement.  As he bottomed out on my pubic mound, his head
was thrown backward and his entire body was super tense.

       I got scared and started to panic, thinking I'd seriously hurt him.
I reached for him, and pleaded for him to stop and get off, but he pushed
away my hands and by forceful glare caused me to shut up.  This was his
ride, and he wanted no interference.  His breath was held for the longest
time, furthering my panic.  But, slowly he began to relax, and I could feel
his ass ring grip and release my dick.  He began to breath, and ever so
slowly brought his head back down to look at me.  What I saw was a mixture
of bliss and pain, love and sensuality.

       As his ass pulsed on my dick, I couldn't hold out a second longer.
While looking deep into his sex-crazed eyes I exploded my load into his
bowels.  His ass still firmly planted on my pole, and his butt cheeks
resting on my pubes and groin.  Though his balls rode high on his dick, I
could also feel them on my skin as well.  One, two, three...I lost count of
the spasms.  This was without doubt the single most intense feeling of my
life (even to this day, I've never ever felt that intensity again).  I must
have been contorting all over the bed, as I nearly bucked him off me, but
even so, he was equally determined to ride this out and wasn't to be
thrown.

       As he sensed me coming down from my orgasm, he lowered himself down
and lay on my heaving chest, still implanted deeply on my dick.  Tears of
joy fell from both our eyes.  There was silence between us, as we both
reveled in the glow of what had just happened.  Unbelievably, I didn't get
soft.  The heat from his body, the intense pressure on my dick, and the
ever-so-slight movements of his ass kept me hard.  Sensing my firmness,
Lenny sat up, pushing himself up with his hands on my chest.  Back in an
upright position, he began slowly riding my dick, rising first just an
inch, and then two, then three.  My sperm was lubing him enough that he
soon found a rhythm that suited him, closed his eyes and set in for a long
fuck.  God.  This boy was amazing.

       My dick was a torrent of sensations.  I could feel every movement
inside his hot bowels as he rode me.  The tight ring of his anus gripped
and relaxed as he worked himself up and on my shaft.  His hands remained
planted on my rib cage, just above my diaphragm, and I reached up and began
to caress his sides and chest with my hands.  I rubbed his butt cheeks and
thighs, and then worked my way around to his beautiful straight dick and
began jacking him in time with his motions.  Both of us were groaning and
desperate for release...orgasm was close...sooo close.  His small dick in
my hands surged in size as his climax hit him, and at the same time his ass
ring clamped down on my dick.  That was it for me.  My second climax in
just minutes of each other.  This wasn't as huge in the amount of jisz I
pumped into him earlier, but nearly as intense.  My body spasmed as I
arched my back, pulling my ass off the bed and driving my dick as far up
his chute as it could go...I wanted it deeper than that...I wanted to be
totally inside him.  He was gasping and nearly crying with pleasure as he
felt my hot seed pump deep inside.

       I don't know how it all ended...I was deliriously happy, satisfied,
and exhausted.  Somehow he collapsed on top of me, but remained impaled on
my prick.  What roused me out of my stupor was the feel of my now flaccid
dick being expelled from his body.  I remember thinking this is what it
felt like taking a dump...only opposite.  Weird.  I know...but that's what
went through my mind.  He whimpered at the vacancy in his bottom, and
snuggled his face and lips deep into the crook of my neck.  I wrapped my
arms around him and felt his silky skin on his back, and buttocks.  Lenny
groaned in disapproval as I wiggled under him slightly to reach down and
find the blankets, but I knew he would be getting cold with his naked
bottom exposed.  The afterglow of our love making generated so much heat,
but now we were starting to cool off.  Anyway, I found it (barely) with my
fingertips and managed to grab enough to get it pulled up and over the both
of us. Lenny cooed a tiny bit as he settled back into my body.

       Just before we drifted back into our dreams, Lenny whispered, "You
were so awesome...I could feel your heat deep inside...it was better than I
ever dreamed."

       "It is a dream, Baby," I whispered, "a dream come true."  Sleep
came...and I was happy...so very happy.


       I was startled awake with the overwhelming sense of a presence
hovering over me.  My eyes popped open, but unable to quickly focus in my
early morning stupor, my breath seem to completely disappear.  It was a
feeling of being caught doing something naughty.

       "Damn, Dufus..what did you two do last night!" ...It was JASON'S
voice...OMG!



       Ahh...now the proverbial "shit is in the fan!"  Or, is it?
Hmm...what shall we discover now?  Let me know your thoughts.  I already
know many of you will disapprove of these two going at it so...shall we
say...intensely...this soon...or even that they have done this at all.  I
feel your consternation (how about that as a big word?).  I have been
struggling with how to treat this for quite a while.  I have received a LOT
of emails from you all (THANKS!!  I don't want to say here how many because
that could be misconstrued as braggadocios or some other disdainful
thing...I am NOT trying to do that), you have had so many keen insights and
wishes for these boys.  All I can say is that I hope you all can hang with
me for a bit to see how THESE boys deal with this.  Have they made
mistakes?  Have they spoiled things?  The way I see it, life is often
complicated, these boys are dealing with adult feelings and situations, and
of course they are not adults yet.  Haven't we all been THERE before?
Well...let's give these boys a chance to see how they move forward from
here.

       As always, thanks for your responses; I answer each with care,
quickly.  Many thanks to all the prayers and best wishes from you all for
me and Jake.  ~ Andy, andyoutwest@live.com