Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 08:33:44 -0800 (PST)
From: David Raley <lugh_surehand@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brady at the Beach-Chapter 2

	Thirty minutes passed while Brady and Peter walked up the hill from
the beach.  The pair talked about their lives.  Their hands remained
interlaced for most of the walk.
	"I live with my Mom," Peter said. "Our flat's just a little ways
from the beach.  Mom works for one of the hotels."
	A red double-decker bus drove by just as the boy's walked by the
local Blackwell's bookstore.  Brady barely noticed.  Peter had all of his
attention.
	Peter's eyes are the same color as the sky Brady though.
	"What about your dad?" Brady asked.
	Peter's near perfect smile faded. "He lives in London.  He might as
well be dead for all that we ever hear from him."
	An impulse to make Peter smile took control of Brady.  He leaned
over and kissed Peter on the cheek.  Surprise replaced the storm cloud look
on Peter's face.
	"Bloody hell," Peter said.  "What's with you?  First you act like
so shy I wondered if I scared you.  Now you kiss me on the cheek right out
in public."
	"S-sorry," Brady said.
	Peter laughed. "Don't take it like that.  I liked it.  You just
surprised me, that's all."
	The walked resumed.  Peter placed his arm around Brady's
shoulder. Such closeness made Brady's penis stir to life.  He made sure his
shirt tail hid his visible excitement.
	"Do your parents know you fancy boys?" Peter asked.
	"Yes."
	"What do they make of it?"
	The question provoked a shrug from Brady. "Mom's best friend likes
guys, and Dad says you can't deny what you are."
	Peter used his freehand to adjust the front of his cutoffs.  The
sight intensified Brady's excitement.  He lifted his shirt to show Peter
his erect penis straining against the thin material of his black speedo.
	Peter licked his lips.  "I guess you must fancy me."
	Brady grinned.  "That's why I took all those pictures of you."
	Halfway up the hill, Peter took his hand off Brady's shoulder.  The
break of contact left Brady disappointed.
	"Why did you..."
	Brady stopped in mid sentence.  Peter wrapped his arm around
Brady's waist.  Delight chased off disappointment.
	"I like this way better," Peter said.
	So do I Brady thought.
	Closer to Peter than ever, Brady felt delirious.  Feeling of warmth
contrasted made a perfect contrast to the gray sky overhead.  A strange
temptation threatened to overwhelm Brady.
	I wish I could get naked right now.
	A large rumble pulled Brady back to his senses.  Another
double-decker bus rolled boy.  He remembered his feet carried him down a
public street in a foreign country.
	"What's your family like?" Peter asked.
	Peter's hand went wondering beneath Brady's shirt.  He groped
Brady's crotch and squeezed his erection.  A goofy grin lit up Brady's
face.  "My dad's a guidance counselor at of the high schools back in
Seattle.  He thinks you can work out any problem by talking.
	Mom's an artist. She draws covers for books and stuff, and
sometimes she teaches art classes."
	Peter continued to rub Brady's crotch. "That was your brother with
those girls on the beach, right?"
	I'm wearing too many clothes Brady thought.
	"That was your brother right?"
	"What?" Brady asked.  "Oh yeah.  He's a pain sometimes.  He's
really into acting and girls."
	Peter's hand explored the inside of Brady's speedo.  He began
fondling Brady's balls.
	"Does your brother know you fancy boys?"
	"Y-yes," Brady gasped.
	An old woman walking a black schnauzer noticed Peter at work.  She
glared at the boys.  Peter rewarded her with a grin and a wink.
	He's crazy Brady thought.  He still felt glad Peter's hand stayed
inside the swim suit.
	"What does your brother think about that?" Peter asked.
	"What?"
	The hand rubbed up and down on Brady's erect penis.
	God, I want to get naked!
	"That doesn't bother him," Brady said.  "He makes fun of me for
other things, but he never rags on me for liking guys."
	"Glad to hear your brother isn't a stupid git, unlike some people
you meet."
	Peter craned his head in the direction of the scandalized old
woman.  Brady felt sorry for her but laughed anyway.  The old woman stopped
to make her glare even frostier.  Peter kept trudging onward with Brady in
tow.
	"Forget her," Peter said. "You're about 13, right?"
	"Yes.  My birthday was 6 months ago.  So, we're pretty close to the
same age."
	"Guess again, mate.  I'm two years older.  I'm just a little short
for 15."
	A feeling of disappointment came over Brady.  He couldn't explain
why he felt that way.  His chest tried to tie itself in a knot.
	"Don't get your knickers in a bind," Peter said.
	His fingers manipulated Brady's penis.  Brady found it hard to
walk.
	"S-sorry," Brady moaned.
	"Quit apologizing already.  You've got nothing feel sorry for, and
you've got a great body."

	The boys arrived at the two-story house Brady's family would spend
the next two weeks in.  Brady lead his new friend inside.  He discarded
most of his belongings and clothing in the entryway.  Once more clad in
only a speedo, Brady lead Peter to the kitchen.
	Peter retrieved the camera case and brought it with him.  "Don't
forget this.  It's why we walked all the way here, isn't it?"
	A slender, forty-something woman with short platinum blond hair sat
at the kitchen table.  She focused all her concentration on a sketch pad.
Black stylish clothing covered her body.
	Brady peeked over her shoulder.  The boy he saw on the sketch pad
looked like him minus the swim suit.  The artist finished sketching the
body and began to draw a pair of angelic wings on the boy.
	Peter joined Brady in peeking over the woman's shoulder. "I'd say
she's got you down pretty good.  The wings are a nice touch, but it might
take a while for you to grow yours."
	The woman placed her pencil and sketchpad on the table.  She turned
her chair around and looked Peter over.  Her eyes studied him with intense
focus.
	Maybe she wants to sketch him Brady thought.
	"Hi, Mom.  This is Peter."
	The woman thrust out her hand.  "Aria Fitzpatrick."
	Peter shook the offered hand.  "A pleasure, Mrs. Fitzpatrick."
	The two shook hands, and Peter flashed his most disarming grin.
 Mrs. Fitzpatrick fixed Brady with a knowing look.  They look made Brady
aware of his obvious erection.  He blushed.  "You seem to have quite an
effect on my son," Mrs. Fitzpatrick said.  "Mom!"  Mrs. Fitzpatrick rose
from her chair and placed a hand on Brady's shoulder. "I've told you a
thousand times, sweet, it's natural.  You have not feel ashamed about,
especially at the rate you are growing."  Brady shot Peter a helpless look.
Laughter doubled Peter over.  Mrs. Fitzpatrick looked at Peter with
disapproval on her face.  "Sorry," Peter said.  "It's just that with a mom
like you, I can't see why Brady acts so shy."  Mrs. Fitzpatrick's
expression turned wry.  "He doesn't. At least he usually doesn't.  Back in
Seattle, he mostly walks around the house nude and usually tries to get
away with wearing as little as possible in public."
	Peter's face lit up.  "I do that too.  Clothes are only useful when
they keep you warm or when you don't want the police to put you in jail."
	Mrs. Fitzpatrick made drinks for everyone.  Brady set up his laptop
and printed off a copy of the photos for Peter.  They all sat down and had
a look at the photos.
	"At least you took some shots of the pier," Mrs. Fitzpatrick said.
	Peter frowned.  "What's wrong with the pictures?"
	"When we go on vacation, Brady spends most of his time snapping
pictures of boys."
	Brady took a sip of his drink to avoid speaking.  While Peter
looked over the photos, Peter noticed the drawing of Brady as an angel.
	"It'd be lovely to have that sketch," Peter said.  "Can I buy it
from you when you finish it?"
	Mrs. Fitzpatrick looked at Peter and raised an eyebrow.  Brady
watched as his mom struggled to maintain a straight face.  Relief flooded
through Brady when his mom's expression melted into a smile.
	"I'll finish the sketch before you leave," she said.  "You can take
it with you free of charge."
	A smile spread across Peter's face.  He started going through the
photos again.  Mrs. Fitzpatrick picked up the photo of Peter adjusting his
crotch.
	"Yes.  Brady seems quite taken with you."
	"Mom!"
	The protest elicited a laughed from Mrs. Fitzpatrick.  She handed
the picture to Brady and ruffled his hair.  Brady sighed and tried to put
his hair back in place.
	"I'm your mother.  I can read you like a book."
	Brady cast another helpless look.  Peter just grinned and looked
back at the picture of the angel.
	"Don't look at me, mate.  I think your Mom's bloody fantastic."
	Brady sighed.  How does Mom always brainwash every friend I make?
	Mrs. Fitzpatrick's expression turned serious.  "Brady, I'm going to
trust you because we've discussed what your father and I think is safe and
what's not safe."
	She picked up the sketch and returned to working on the wings. "You
guys move along now. Go have some fun."
	Brady got up.  He grabbed Peter by the arm and dragged him from the
table.  Peter barely had time to set the photos down.
	"One second," Mrs. Fitzpatrick said.
	The boys froze.  Mrs. Fitzpatrick looked right at Peter.  Her voice
lacked any sign of humor.
	"I enjoyed meeting you. You've taken an interest in someone who
means the world to me.  Handle with care."

	"I can't believe she just said that," Brady fumed.
	He threw himself onto the bed that belonged to him for the duration
of his stay in Bright.  An identical bed occupied a space along the
opposite wall of the small bedroom.  The room had a window facing the
street.
	Peter leaned against the door frame.  "You didn't listen.  She told
you she trusts you."
	Brady sat up and situated himself in lotus position. "What about
what she said said to you?"
	Peter laughed.  "Oh that's nothing.  I suppose that's just her way
of letting me know how much she cares about you."
	"But..."
	Peter gently placed a hand over Brady's mouth.
	"My mother would say the same thing, only with a lot more sailor
talk.  She does it every time I bring a boy home."
	"I guess your right," Brady sighed.
	They kissed.  Time seemed to freeze while their tongues went
exploring.  Brady found himself lifting Peter's shirt.
	Peter broke of the kiss and helped Brady pull the shirt over his
head. "Have you ever done this before?"
	"Done what?"
	Peter reached in his pocket and pulled out a couple of condoms.  He
tossed one to Brady.  Brady held the package in his palm and stared at it.
	"First thing you have to learn is safety first.  Never let anyone
tell you otherwise."
	Brady grimaced and fumbled with the wrapper.
	"Don't look so worried.  I'll help you put it on," Peter said.
	Brady relaxed a little and handed the packed to Peter.
	"All right."
	Peter sat down on the bed next to Brady.  "Good man.  You're going
to enjoy this."