Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:57:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin Inman <oragnemonkey09@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Beach Trip Ch.9

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  All characters in this story are
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in this story.  This work of fiction contains homosexual actions between
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The Beach Trip 9


We woke up at about 11:30.  Mom told us that there was breakfast on the
table.  She said that dad was already at work and that he would be back
about 5:30.  Dad works at the local gym, he is the Membership Services
Director, and so he had to catch up on work from the vacation.  Mom told us
that she had to be at work at noon and she wouldn't be off until 12:00 AM.
She worked at the hospital.  She was a head nurse for the Infant ICU.  I
told her that I loved her and that I would see her in a few days.  She gave
me a hug and left.

Michael and I went and ate breakfast.  After breakfast, we headed to the
shower and took one together.  I made sure that I got his back cleaned and
he did the same for me.  After our shower, we went into my room and changed
into our swim suits.  After that we went outside to the pool.  We played in
the pool for a few hours.  After we were finished playing in the pool, we
went inside and I made us something to eat.  I cooked some grilled chicken
and French fries.  It tasted really good if I say so myself.


After we finished eating, we went back to my room and started playing Grand
Theft Auto on the PlayStation.  Before we knew it, it was 5:30.  Dad told
us that after he took a shower, he'd be ready to take us to dinner and then
to the movies as planned.


I threw few changes of clothes into my back pack.  It was about 7:30 before
we actually left to go to dinner.  It wasn't a bad thing though; we still
had an hour and a half before Harry Potter started at the Movie Theater.


We went to eat at Ryan's Steakhouse.  After we were done, Dad took us too
the movies and gave me $50.  I thanked him and told him that I'd see him in
a few days.

We went to the window and got the movie tickets.  Once we got them, we went
inside to the concession stand and got some popcorn, some candy and drinks.
When we finally found our screen for the movie, we went inside and headed
to the very back.  We wanted to have some privacy.  The theater was crowded
but there was still no one around us in the back.  When the lights went
out, Michael grabbed my hand and held it while we were watching the movie.
Every once in a while, I would lean over and kiss him.  He would randomly
place his hand on my crotch, each time he did, I would get harder and
harder.

The movie was about 2.5 hours long, so we got out of the movie at 11:30.
We went outside to wait for Michael's mom to pick us up.  We were outside
for a few minutes when Michael all of a sudden had me backed up against the
wall, kissing me deeply.  We were in a make out session and didn't see
Michael's mom pull up.  She rolled down the window and called out Michael's
name.  She popped the trunk for me to throw my bag into.


When we got to their house and went inside, Michael's mom told us that she
wanted to talk to us the following day.  We said ok and went to his room.
We were in there talking when Michael's dad came in and told me to go sleep
on the couch in the living room for the night.  His dad stayed in Michael's
room to talk to him.  When I got to the living room, Michael's mom was
there to help me make the pull out bed.  We put some fresh sheets on the
bed and I climbed in.  She rubbed my head and told me to get some sleep.
Michael's dad came through about 30 minutes later.

"Have a good night Kenny."  Michael's dad said.

"You to sir!"  I replied.

I went too sleep wandering what Michael and his dad discussed.  Why did he
tell me to go to sleep out here?  Did Michael's mom tell his dad what she
saw?  Are they mad at Michael?  Do they blame me for Michael kissing me?