Date: Tue, 13 May 2008 00:43:27 -0500
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter seven - 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. If you aren't supposed to be
reading about young lovers, don't.
The responses from you all have been wonderful, and I appreciate it so much
that you have taken time to let me know what you like (or don't like),
hopefully you will be pleased with this next installment. I am having fun,
I hope you are too! All responses are treated with respect and answered as
promptly as I can. andyoutwest@live.com
Asleep On the Beach
Previously...
...This seemed to do the trick for Jason, as he now had a good view
of Lenny's bum. Again, he parted the cheeks, and I gasped audibly. Lenny
heard me and turned his head to look behind him at his lower portions, then
up to me, then back to his butt. "What?" he cried.
"Damn." That was Jason.
"Shit." That was me.
"What the fuck?" That was Lenny.
We both poked him at the same time, "Don't cuss like that," we both
chimed in unison...I suppose our mothers' upbringing was not totally
useless. Though, given the circumstances, I'm not sure we would have won
brownie points for the effort.
"Dudes," Lenny protested, "YOU BOTH were cussing TOO! And, besides,
answer my question...what's the matter?" His low, husky voice was a couple
of notches higher, the concern obvious in his voice.
I looked at Jason, who was looking at me. I had a bit of panic on
my face, I could feel it. Jason didn't look all that happy just now ether.
Jason released Lenny's cheek with one hand and reached for Lenny's pucker
with tentative fingers, lightly tracing the dark bruising that ringed his
sphincter. He pressed the center slightly, causing Lenny to wince, and
gasp a sharp intake of breath. Jason brought his finger around to look at
it. We both saw it and immediately recognized the blood at once. Shit.
Chapter 7
It wasn't a lot, and it wasn't real bright red...I mean...it wasn't
like a cut finger kind of bleeding...kinda hard to explain
actually...actually, I had NEVER seen bleeding like that before, and
certainly not from anyplace like THAT before. I felt ill. Very ill. I
don't suppose that vomiting on the boys would be a great plan just now. I
felt the urge swelling...no...NO NOT THAT KIND OF URGE...sheesh...I knew I
had to dash for the bathroom before I made a mess everywhere, so I jumped
up and darted to the toilet, holding my hand over my mouth for extra
insurance. I made it. But barely. *Uggh*
For a long time I stayed by the toilet, as every attempt I made to
get up was met with a fresh wave of nausea...or worse. Eventually, I
flushed the toilet, and went to the sink to splash cold water on my face.
I looked in the mirror and saw that the color had drained from my face,
leaving me all pale and hollow-eyed looking. After rinsing my mouth out, I
made my way back to the bedroom. Entering the room, I stopped dead in my
tracks.
Jason was sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet and legs
dangling , and had Lenny cuddled up to his chest and he was rocking the
little guy back and forth like a small child. I could see the obvious
comforting gestures'...whispered sounds...caressing touches...gentle
motions...Jason was calming my Lenny. Hmmmm.
I wasn't exactly sure what my response should be...nor could I
easily figure out what I was feeling just then. Should I be jealous of
Jason for "taking" my new boyfriend into such an intimate embrace? Was
Jason moving in on me? What about Lenny? Should I be mad at him for
turning on me so quickly? DAMN-IT! I DID feel guilty for even thinking
anything like that about either of them. I was the dufus who had just hurt
the only boy I had ever made love too! I am the one who should have BOTH
of THEM mad at me! *Good grief* How did this get so complicated so fast?
I thought that you were supposed to find a boyfriend and then everything
else in life was just supposed to sort of ...just...work out...somehow.
Wasn't it?
Wait. WHY is JASON even holding a nude...nearly nude...no...Lenny's
boxers were completely off now...okay -- NUDE boy...in the first place?
I thought...hmmmm. Now I watched Jason a bit more closely and noticed that
his hands were doing more than encircling Lenny. One hand was rubbing
Lenny's bare bottom...in a comforting sort of way...a "brotherly" kinda
rub...but still JASON was rubbing LENNY's naked BUTT! Hmmm.
But then I looked at Jason in the face, he was staring at me, as I
was staring at him. That's when I saw the tears forming in his eyes. Not
full fledged crying going on here, but DEFINITELY he was working up some
genuine tears. Damn. THAT broke my indecision...Jason needed me now. I
had no idea WHAT could be going on here, but I knew instantly that anger
wasn't what I needed now, but compassion...and I instantly felt that...for
Jason...for Lenny...for US. I manages to unfreeze my legs and moved over
to the bed, directly in front of Jason. Kneeling there, I subconsciously
reached to wipe my own free falling tears, and with the other hand reached
out to join Jason's caress of Lenny. I kept my eyes locked on Jason's all
the while. My eyes pleaded with Jason to let me in...to let me know what
was going on in his mind. I had only rarely seen Jason cry before, and I
wasn't about to just let this pass. I touched his hand that was rubbing
Lenny's bare bottom, and just held it there against Lenny's warm flesh.
"He's okay," Jason said with a hollow, distant voice, "He's just all
emotional right now, I got him calmed down and he just needed a cuddle.
When you guy's did that last night, your penis ruptured a few blood vessels
inside his bottom. It's kinda like stretching or pulling a muscle, I
guess. Anyway, he's not seriously hurt, and the bleeding will stop soon."
"Oh."
"He'll be ok."
"Oh."
"He got scared," Jason continued, despite my monosyllabic trance,
"when we both saw the blood and got scared, we scared him. But I told him
what happened and that he would be okay. He started crying...so...I just
offered to hold him a bit...kinda like I did for you."
I could see that.
"But...how...?" I had so many more questions now than answers. The
ratio was growing exponentially in favor of new questions to needed
answers. "How do you now about this stuff, Jason?" My question was soft,
and not accusatory, but ...well...I guess out of fear. Did I really want
to know how he knew about what happens in gay sex? I was on an emotional
rollercoaster. God, this was way too complicated for me.
This time, a tear escaped the dam of his eyelid and fell down his
cheek. It made him look years younger, and way more vulnerable. I don't
remember Jason looking vulnerable before. Jason was always the confident
one, the sure one, the one with his act together. Jason was the natural
leader of any group of bys he was with. Everyone knew Jason was all
together. He didn't go around beating his chest and demanding to be the
boss...but we always just assumed he was in charge. This morning he was
still in charge, but he was vulnerable...human...normal. He was a tear
filled teenage boy, just like me.
I reached out with a tentative finger and wiped the tear. It was
warm. He moved his face toward my finger and closed his eyes, releasing a
long sigh. I noticed his lips tremble. Whatever was happening inside him
now, I was absolutely certain had little to do with Lenny, or me for that
matter. This was deeper, and somehow all of this craziness this morning
had triggered it. Absently mindedly O brought his tear to my lips and
tasted the saltiness of him. It was somehow erotic...why was my mind
always so quick to sexuality? I felt as if I was on huge hormone, or
something.
"Oh Jason," I whispered, my own tears dripping down my face. I'm
sure I wasn't crying for the same reasons he was...I don't even know why
the hell I WAS crying anyway. *Sigh* "I'm here, Bud. You can tell me
anything you want too. I'm right here."
Jason sniffed and blinked through his tears, and smiled warmly at
me. His lips were still trembling, but he seemed to deeply appreciate what
I'd said. He looked back at Lenny, then back towards me.
"Lenny, baby...(said with great tenderness and affection, not in a
smartass way at all), do you want to lie back down a bit and rest?" He
reached up to caress Lenny's soft blond hair, while getting him to look up.
Lenny nodded his head wordlessly, so Jason shifted, easily lifting and
moving the smaller boy back onto the bed and pillow. I grabbed the cover
and gently pulled them up to Lenny's shoulders and covered him like you
would a small child. Lenny responded with a sweet smile, while he kept his
eyes shut, but he did snuggle visibly into the blanket, and let out a
contented sigh. I bent over closer and kissed him ever so gently on the
cheek, twice, and whispered that I loved him, and that we would be out in
the game room...and that I would leave the door open for him. He nodded
and seemed to just pass over into a contented rest. I suppose the
emotional morning was just a bit too much for him...and I knew how
comforting Jason cold be when a fella needed a safe place to have a cry.
My beauty was safely asleep again, now, I needed to see to my lifelong best
friend. A doubt passed through my consciousness that I was ill equipped to
be a comfort to Jason. I was the one who always needed help...not him. I
wasn't sure what to do, or where to start...only that I'd fight a
circle-buzz saw for him...and it looked like I may get that opportunity any
minute now.
I took Jason by the hand and lead him out to the other room, pausing
at the door to look back at sleeping beauty, then pulled Jason along with
me.
The game room seemed too...too...well...it wasn't intimate enough.
I could sense that Jason has something really deep he needed t get off his
chest, and this just wasn't the place. I led the docile hand down the hall
to my parents room, and to their bed. I turned him and sat him on the edge
of the bed, as I sat beside him. Wordlessly I slid my arm around his
shoulder, and with an almost imperceptible tug, I indicated that he should
lean on my shoulder. He turned toward me. Looked me full in the face, and
burst into tears. Jason. Burst into tears. He was a crying little boy,
sobbing into my neck and shoulder. I kept rubbing his back and whispering
little comforting sounds to him. I suppose you just instinctively know how
to do that. Is it because Momma did that for us so long that we just
learned what felt good to us? I don't know, but I know that I was a bit
bumfuzzled at these reversed rolls. But, he obviously needed me now...and
needed me to just keep my mouth shut, and let him cry this out...so that's
just what I did.
Can two days get any more complicated than this? While I was holding
Jason, letting him cry, my mind raced back over the past twenty-four
hours...to all the new experiences I have been through. I realized just
then, sitting on Mom's bed that my life was now forever changed. I wasn't
the same boy I was just two days ago. Two days ago, I was just another
horny young teenager looking for sex...just happened to be GAY and looking
for sex, mind you...but outside THAT small caveat...I was just a typical
kid. Today, I was different. I had entered a world which I could already
see there appeared no retracting. I had made love to a boy. My best
friend in the entire universe was crying on my shoulder...MY shoulder.
Whatever was making Jason cry had to be some kind of shit...that was all I
knew about that.
Another interesting thing happening was that I was still naked as
the proverbial Jay-bird. Holding Jason in my arms, naked...and NO boner.
Go figure. Na...I knew that even though I AM a horny teenager, and I have
ALWAYS had a secret crush on Jason...not even I was so bad as to show wood
at a time like this. But, I was getting just a tiny bit self conscious
about it...again.
Eventually, Jason sat up again, rising up off my shoulder, wiping
his eyes and sniffing up. I reached over and got him a few tissues from
the bedside table. "Thanks," he mumbled between sniffs, wipes, and honks
of his nose.
"Get some clothes on, Dufus!" he said with a grin on his face and a
punch to my shoulder. "I'm getting tired of looking at your skinny little
dick. A fella ought to have more self respect than to flash something that
scrawny around all the time," he groused. The twinkle in his eyes told me
he was getting his bearing back, and we were back on more familiar turf.
I reached down and grabbed a handful of my privates, pulling them up
toward him and replied, "Nothing scrawny here, Dufus...you know you'll
never have half this much!" We both were giggling again. I was much more
comfortable like this than with all the damned crying. Reluctantly, I slid
off the bed and snuck back into my room and retrieved my boxer and pulled
them on. I snapped them in place, while adjusting them for comfort as I
rounded through the bedroom door. Jason was sitting there staring at me
when I looked up at him. We both smiled, but neither of us said a word for
several seconds. Eventually, I made my way back over and sat beside him.
The bed sank down slightly, causing us to be pressed together at the thighs
and shoulders. I was acutely aware of our touch...and wondered if he was
as well.
"S..S.Sorry about that," Jason stammered. Both of us had our heads
hung down and our shoulders slouched forward. I shifted slightly, hating
to break the contact with his warmth, but knowing he was ready to talk.
"'sOkay," I offered, not really comfortable with a repentant
Jason. "You did more'n that for me, Bud. What're friends for, anyway?" We
were both silent a bit...it became awkward. I hate that.
"See, the thing is," Jason said, "is that...I...umm. See, two years
ago when we were just eleven...well, see...I...um. Shit." He drooped even
more, and began rubbing and picking at his hands, which were in his lap.
I was wide eyed now, my curiosity was peaked to the max. "Jason," I
whispered, "it's j.just me." He sighed deeply, but still wouldn't look up
at me.
"Do you remember Mason?" he asked, glancing sideways at me enough to
see what my reaction would be.
"Yeah, sure, he was the boy who lived behind your house. I remember
him, why?"
"Well, me and him...we...ummmm...he moved...remember?" I nodded.
"See...we sort of messed around a little bit back th.th.then." Silence.
Every curse word in my limited life's experience screamed inside my
throat for release. My ears were burning...I was starting to
hyperventilate. Breath. Have to breath. Mind is swirling.
"So...you...???" my mind and mouth were definitely not on the same
wave-length. "Wha..what are you saying, Jason?" My breathing wasn't under
control, so I doubt my voice was either.
Jason just looked at me without saying anything else. Tears welled
up in his eyes again and soon cascaded over the edge of his lids
again...though he still didn't say a word. I reached up and touched his
face. And he put his hand over mine and held it tightly to his soft cheek.
After a few seconds, he pulled my hand toward his lips and kissed my
fingertips, holding them to his lips. I could feel them quiver slightly.
I waited. I didn't want to...but didn't know what else to do. I was
pretty sure ANYTHING I attempted to say would just backfire on me...or
would be the stupidest thing ever in the whole universal existence of
mankind...best to just wait for this.
Soon, he brought my hand down to his lap and took a deep, ragged
breath. "Shit, Liam...I don't know what to say...where to start." I
didn't help with suggestions.
"Well" he started again, "the thing is...I...ummm...goddamnit!
Liam?" He looked me full in the face this time, the question on his lips
and in his eyes told me he was afraid of what he was about to say. I
cringed inside...don't know if it was apparent to Jason, but I felt the
bottom falling out of my stomach. With a sigh, he continued, "Mason was
gay. He wanted to do stuff with you...and with me...together." He waited
for this to settle in before he continued. "I just couldn't take the risk
that you would want to mess around like that. I was SOOO afraid..." his
voice quivered this time and he was choking up. "I was so afraid you would
hate me and quite liking me." A tear fell from his face onto my hand he
was holding in my lap. "Mason kept telling me we could just try...to just
sorta see how you would re-act. I wouldn't even dream of doing that."
Jason lowered his head, and let go of my hand. My silence was making him
feel uncomfortable. I already had experience with how badly THAT could
turn out, so I reached out and forcibly turned him toward me and pulled him
into a hug.
This made us both cry. We cried for different reasons, but we were
crying together. He cried because his secret was out and I hadn't rejected
him. I cried because we both had the same secret and had wasted SO much
time worrying about how we'd both react...but all the time we loved one
another enough to let the other just be whom he was without judgment. We
cried. We were bonding...truly bonding.
I pulled away from him just a bit, "We're like a couple of school
girls, Dufus!" I exclaimed. We both giggled a bit and got tissues to clean
all the leaking fluids off our faces and necks and shoulders...eewew! Soon
enough we were able to talk again, and when we were I was determined to
find some answers.
"Okay," I started, "spill!" I wasn't about to let him NOT talk to
me now.
"K," he sniffed, "what do you want to know."
"E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G!!!!" could I be more specific? No.
That brightened his eyes just a little.
"Okay." Obviously I was going to have to work this out of him. My
normally "in control" Jason was out of his element still...this called for
a new, more assertive Liam. I can do this! "So, you and Mason fooled
around. He was...is gay. Right?" Jason nodded. "And...did you like what
you two did?" Jason blushed, but didn't answer. Hmmmm
"I'll come back to that...okay?" I wasn't about to let him off the
hook though...Oh no. "Wait, you still aren't telling me something
though...how did you know to look at Lenny's butt? How did you know what
had happened to him? Did you and Mason...you know...do it?" My expression
was wide-eyed and incredulous.
Jason turned deep crimson, "NO!" he exclaimed, "it wasn't nothing
like THAT!" He was even more shocked at my conclusion than I was at coming
to it. "Look, all we did was mess around...," he was looking to me for
understanding so he wouldn't have to be more specific.
"Spill!"
He sighed again, "Damn, Dufus! You're gonna make this hard, aren't
you?" I nodded. Besides, HE was the one making it hard, not me...all I
wanted was answers, and all he had to do was spill his guts...so to speak.
"We started off jerking off together, see...Okay. Here's what
happened. One night, after dark, the door bell rang and me and Dad went to
the door. Mason's Dad was there with Mason. He said there was a family
emergency and he wanted to know if Mason could stay with us for the
weekend, so he and his wife could fly to Florida to take care of his
Mom. Naturally, Dad said sure, so that's how Mason came over to spend the
weekend with me."
"Where was I?" I asked.
"Ummm...I think that was when you guys went on vacation out to North
Carolina...remember?" I did, and nodded. He continued his story, "So, on
such short notice all we could do was let Mason sleep with me in my bed. I
offered to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag, but he just didn't want to
make me sleep on the floor in my own room. I was already in my boxers for
bed time, so we just climbed in the bed. Well...I was in the bed, and he
just took off his shorts and tee shirt. I thought that was going to be it,
because like...I was in my boxers...so I figured that was how he would
sleep too. You know? But, he looked over at me and got all red and asked,
`Do you mind if I sleep naked?' "
"Damn." That was me.
"Yeah, I know," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Anyways, he said
that was how he always slept and that he just couldn't sleep with clothes
on. So, I said it was okay...and well...I guessed t would be REALLY weird
if one of us was like NAKED...and not both of us...so I slid my boxers off
and let him get in bed with me.
"So, we talked a bit, and I told him I was sorry about his
grandma...stuff like that...but we eventually went to sleep. Nothing
happened. Yet. See...about two hours later I felt the bed moving. I
opened my eyes, and Mason had a big boner and he was spankin it pretty
good. `Damn, Dude!" I said and he stopped and acted all sorry and was
apologizing, saying he thought I was a sleep. He was about to freak-out.
I told him it was okay, see...and that ALL boys probably do that. He
relaxed...and then asked me if he could finish. So...he did..and I did.
"We did that every night that weekend, until his folks came back and
he had to go home. I thought that was the end of that. But, a few days
later, he came over and we played some games and stuff...he sorta brought
it up again and asked if I was okay with what we did. I said sure. So, he
asked if I wanted to try something else. He wanted to jerk ME off! Now
THAT was different.
"So, he started to do it...you know...jerking me off. We had both
got naked again. He was hard too. So, while he was doing it to me...my
eyes were closed and I was getting close...see...when all of a sudden I
opened my eyes because I couldn't believe what I thought was happening...
"He had my dick in his MOUTH! I didn't last but a couple of
minutes...maybe not that long. I wasn't cumming back then, so I didn't
shoot in his mouth or noting gross like that...but DAMN.
"I didn't do it back to him...then...I was kinda freaked out by
it...it felt GREAT and all...but I wasn't so sure about what we were doing.
A few days later, he talked me into doing it to him...after he sucked me
off again. Then...just like that...his Grandma got much worse and the
whole family had to move back so they could care for her. He came over
just before they left and he was crying. He said I was his best friend
ever...he knew me and you are really tight, and that he knew I couldn't
have TWO best friends, but I HIS best friend."
Wow.
We both were quiet a long time after that. A thought came to me,
"So, why did he want to do stuff with me?" I asked.
"Well, I guess he knew we were super best friends, and he may have
thought that if we all did stuff together, then maybe we could all be best
friends."
"Oh," was all I could come up with as a response.
"Anyway, when he mentioned it, I totally freaked out and told him if
he ever tried that I'd never talk to him again. I was so afraid you'd hate
what we were doing and that you'd think I was queer or something..." I
suppose it dawned on him what he just said, so he started back-peddling
really quick. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean it like that..."
I interrupted his apologies and told him it was okay, I fully well
understood what he was going through. Still...I had more questions than
answers. "Jason," I said softly, "I...umm..I'm glad...I guess...that you
had some fun with Mason. That don't bother me none. I wish you'd have
told me though. I mean...why didn't you say something last year when I was
telling you about how I felt? About me being gay, and liking boys? Why
wouldn't you tell me this then?"
Jason nodded in understanding, then said, "I was still afraid that
you'd be upset about me...I still...still didn't know HOW I felt about me
either...so how could I tell you how I felt if I didn't know about it
myself." He sighed really deeply, and blew the breath out slowly. He was
frustrated.
"Okay," I said with an understanding tone, "look, we're best
buds...right?" He nodded. "So I guess I understand all that...don't
matter anyway, `cause we're just going to let it go and deal with right
here, right now. We both have some regrets about the past, but it don't
get us anywhere by stressing over it." That would be my Mom's philosophy
coming out in me.
"Wait. There's m.more," Jason whispered, his head hung low again.
Shit.
I waited for him to get his thoughts together
"Once, before Mason left, he brought his cousin over, Corey." Jason
looked at me sideways, only slightly turning is head. Another big sigh.
This time I could see fresh tears welling up in his eyes again. "He was
older. Sixteen. He was a bully. He forced Mason to bring him over."
Shit. I didn't like where this was going. Jason trembled a
bit...sort of a shiver I suppose. Tears dripped from his eyes, his head
was still down.
"He..he said he knew we were up to some shit and wanted to know
what. He threatened to go tell my Dad that me and Mason were big faggots
and had sucked each other off in my father's own house. Said that if we
didn't do it to him he would even go tell his buddies and make sure it got
all over town. Said we had no choice, but to get him off. So he dropped
his shorts, pulled down his underwear and made us blow him. He didn't cum
though. He made Mason bend over and he put his dick up Mason's ass. They
evidentially did that a lot...that's how Corey found out about me...I guess
Mason let it slip.
"S.so," Jason's breathing was becoming a bit erratic and jagged. He
reached up and wiped at the tears in his eyes, but kept going with the
story. "So he just pulled out of Mason, and reached over and pulled down
my clothes and pushed me over the bed. I was scared shitless. He got
between my legs and just slammed it up inside me. I screamed. He hit me,
told me to shut the hell up or he'd beat me senseless. He just kept
ramming it in, over and over. Finally, he came, and just pulled out...got
his clothes back on and walked out. I was still crying on the bed, Mason
was too. He kissed me, then he just left too without saying anything.
Except. He said, `I'm sorry," as he closed the door on my bedroom. I
heard him walking down the stairs and heard the door close. I jumped up
and locked my door and covered up in the bed and stayed there all the rest
of the night." Jason was pulling nervously at his fingers again.
"Jason," I said with tears streaming down my face, "I'm so sorry."
I pulled him over to me and we both just hugged and laid our heads on the
other's shoulders. God. What a terrible experience. How could life be so
damned complicated. We were just kids, for crying out loud. I don't know
how long were we're there holding one another, but it was a good long time.
Eventually, we just fell over on the bed, continuing our hugging and
consoling one another. I ended up on my back, and Jason took his place
nestled in the nook of my shoulder, his tear stained face against my naked
chest. I was just holding and comforting him. He had his hand upon my
chest and his arm across my abdomen. I had one hand in his hair, gently
stroking and caressing his soft buzz-cut. I could feel his lips move
occasionally as he swallowed and moved them to collect the drool forming as
he lie upon my chest. Much needed to be said, but I sure as hell didn't
know what, or how...so it went unsaid. Somehow, just having had the
opportunity to confess such a deep, dark, and tragic story was a bit of
comfort to him, as his tears eventually ceased, as did his quiet sobbing.
Without moving, I whispered up toward the ceiling, "I love you,
Jason."
He squeezed me tightly, and said, "I know, Liam. I love you too."
That was the very first time we ever said that to one another...I
mean...like this. This time, we both knew what we were saying, and what it
meant...to each other, to ourselves. Jason was now more than "just" my
best friend. I wasn't sure EXACTLY what more, but it was enough just know
to know it was more.
So, now, where does this leave us then? In a mess, that's what I
figured. I had no clue about how to sort all this out, I was hoping my
Jason did.
"Do you think I raped Lenny?" I asked. I know it was a forward
question, but I had to clear the air. If I had really screwed up (no pun
intended), I needed to just deal with it.
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