Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 23:59:34 -0500
From: Koshka <koshkathekittykat@aol.com>
Subject: South Of The Country, West Of The Sun 2

Don't read this if it offends you.
Don't read this if it is illegal to do so.
Some of this is fictional. Some of this is autobiographical.
I'm happy for any and all mail - questions, comments, critiques.
English isn't my first or even my second language, so be kind.
Enjoy!

*****

	It was sunny, like most April days. Really like most days in
general. I lived in the south of the country, where weeks could pass
without a single cloud to interrupt the sunshine. We'd lived there since
about my eleventh birthday, so for about two years, but somehow my body
seemed to reject the environment into which it'd been displaced. Even in
the summer months my skin refused to tan and the heat always exhausted me
in the afternoon.
	Neither Max nor I had said a word since we'd arrived at the beach.
We abandoned our shirts and shoes and left them in his car and walked
beside one another up the windy strand side-by-side. It was a week and a
day since he'd taken my virginity. Since then we had slept together on
three more occasions: the next morning, Tuesday after one of my soccer
games and Wednesday night while Max' parents were out to dinner. Despite
what I'd read online, the pain hadn't gone away - it was still brutal and
nearly unbearable - but already sex had become more natural between us. Now
when we made love all of my body moved with his. There was an exhilaration
to that newly-discovered freedom and confidence. And the pleasure, oh the
pleasure.
	But despite the strides I had made sexually - or perhaps more
accurately because of them - I still felt so confused. Every second of our
walk beside the waves was for me an act of self-control. The natural
inclination within me was to reach out and take Max' hand in mine, perhaps
wrap myself around his arm or his waist. I longed for that proximity, but I
knew I'd only be denied if I tried, so I resisted the urge, even scolded
myself mentally for keeping such silly ideas in my head. But were they
really so silly? I was in love, wasn't I?
	Isn't that the sort of thing that lovers do?
	"You ever been here before?" Max asked me as we drew nearer to a
rocky section of the beach. It seemed that the further we walked, the
number of people around declined.
	"Nope."
	He smiled. We walked another few minutes, talked about nothing in
particular. At some point during our idle conversation Max wrapped an arm
about my waist and very gently pulled me against his side; I was
all-too-happy to oblige. I leaned myself into him and wrapped both arms
around his midsection, rested my cheek against his chest and enjoyed the
warmth of his skin against mine. We continued walking in that peculiar
tanged-up way. And although I knew that I was only receiving that affection
because we had reached a section of beach uninhabited by other people, I
still reveled in it.
	Still, I couldn't shake all those confusions. The thought of what
my parents would think if they knew about us nagged at the back of my
mind. They had never once given me reason to believe that they would ever
be cruel to me even if I were to come out as gay. But would they still love
me the same way after my confession as before? Would they treat me ay
differently? I didn't know the answer. And moreover, I didn't even know if
'gay' was the right word for me. So I'd been attracted to a handful of the
older boys at school. Did that make me gay? Would I be that way forever?
More questions without answers. Thinking about all of it just made my head
ache; what a silly way to waste a beautiful moment. I a breath and inhaled
Max' scent, put all those confusing thoughts out of my head and decided
just to enjoy the present. We shambled ever-forward and I let myself relax
against Max' body.
	"Where are we, anyway?" I asked when I realized how long it had
been since I'd seen any other people.
	"Somewhere secret", Max replied. "Most people never come down this
way since it's pretty much all rocks, but I wanted to show you something."
	"What?"
	"You'll see."
	"Tell me!"
	"Patience is a virtue", he replied with a wink. "You'll just have
to wait and see."
	He knew I wasn't a great lover of surprises, yet he always insisted
on giving them to me. Usually they were small: little folded notes hidden
in my locker, my favorite candies left on my desk for me to find, text
messages during class or late at night before I fell asleep. Sometimes -
quite often lately - we would meet between periods or he'd ditch class
during my lunch hour and we'd sneak away to the bathroom or some dark
corner for kisses and closeness. What today's surprise could be, I had no
clue.
	This part of the strand was mostly stone. We stepped over them
gingerly, placed our feet in all the sandy parts between the rocks until
suddenly we came upon a clear area of soft golden sand. Strewn at the
center of it was an enormous blanket, some pillows and a basket on top, far
enough from the water to have stayed dry.
	"Ta-duh."
	A smile consumed my face. "W-what is that?"
	"A picnic. Don't they have those in that sad little country you
came from?"
	"We do!" I replied and gave him a playful shove.
	"Probably not like this one."
	He gave me another wink. Perplexed but intrigued, I jogged over and
crawled onto the blanket. I opened the basket and immediately my cheeks
went rosy. Max laughed as he sat down beside me.
	"Told ya."
	"You can't be serious..."
	Inside the basket were a few towels and a new jar of Vaseline. Oh,
two water bottles and an apple as well; nobody could say that he didn't
have a sense of humor.
	"What? You aren't hungry?"
	I wanted to scold him about how dangerous this was - that would
have been the rational thing to do, and I considered myself even then to be
a very rational boy - but the words got lost before they ever left my
mouth. My body was already shivering with the expectation of what was to
come.
	"Max... there's no way", I protested so weakly that I wondered why
I was even wasting my breath. "We're outside and it's sunny! A-Anyone could
see us!"
	"Lucky them", he shrugged.
	"Max!"
	"Lighten up, beautiful. Nobody ever comes down this way."
	We had only ever made love in the safety of his bedroom. I had the
urge to protest further, but my rationale was very nearly spent. My desire,
on the other hand, had wound through every inch of my body. And four of
those inches were trying their hardest to poke a hole through my swim
shorts.
	"You know what you want", Max whispered into my ear from behind me.
One of his hands was on the inner of my thigh, so slowly rubbing upward.
The one ran through my hair and drew me closer to him. I whimpered.
	"Max..."
	The hand in my hair slid down my neck, over my chest and belly.
Both hands found their way to my waistband and without any resistance on my
part, he removed my swim shorts. The sensation of my nudity bathed in the
contrast of hot April sun and cool ocean air was nicer than I could have
imagined. I was nude and exposed, my privates so rigid from the thrill and
desire that it was nearly painful.
	"Tell me what you want."
	"Max!" I groaned, embarrassed.
	He pushed me onto my back and removed his swim shorts. His hardness
was as rigid as mine, although twice as large. A tiny diamond of white
fluid was already spilling from the swollen head.
	"Tell me", he repeated.
	"Max... p-please..."
	He moved himself above me, kissed along my neck.
	"Tell me."
	"P-p-please fuck me", I mumbled. Shame and lust overwhelmed me. Any
fear or rationale I had had was gone. All the remained was that desire,
that desperate need for him to make a mess of me. My whole body trembled
and ached.
	"One more time. Louder."
	"Please fu--" I began, but before I could finish he pushed his
whole body against mine and forced his hardness into me. I screamed from
pain and surprise.
	He kissed me hungrily as the rest of him slid into me, so deep
inside that I swore I could feel him throbbing in my belly. My movements
followed the instinctive pattern: my slender thighs wrapped around his
waist, I grabbed at his back and his hair. Without breaking the kiss, his
hips began to move. I moaned into his mouth.
	"Oh Max, p-please fuck me", I whimpered and groaned. I repeated it
again and again and again. There was a wild, naughty pleasure in begging
for it. And it seemed to drive Max crazy as well; the more I begged, the
harder and faster his thrusts.
	He pounded me in the hot April sun and the cool ocean air for what
felt like an eternity. As usual, his tempo never slowed or softened, it
only grew wilder. Before long he was boring into me with such violence that
had me moaning and screaming and crying. I couldn't explain how something
could be so agonizing yet simultaneously so very, very pleasurable. Within
a few minutes my hardness spilled my seed all over my belly, chest and even
my face. But Max kept going like an animal, regardless of the sounds that
came from my mouth.
	He would drive me to orgasm twice more before finally achieving his
own. And when he came, I swore that I could feel it flood the inside of
me. It was felt so good in a way I couldn't make sense of and even after he
pulled out of me, rolled onto his back and cuddled my limp, exhausted body
on top of his, I felt a strange sense of pride in knowing that he had left
some of himself within me.
	After that, the two of us simply snuggled up beneath the sun and
listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the beach. For a while
I even dozed off. When I woke and regathered my senses, I was still safe
and warm and nude atop Max' chest with his arms around me. The sun was
setting. The sky was dark, the horizon burned and the ocean surface was
alight with fiery reds and oranges. It was the most beautiful thing I had
ever experienced in my life until that point. So beautiful that I felt I
had to weep or sing, but instead I just spoke.
	"I love you Max", I whispered almost inaudibly. I still hadn't
worked out any of the confusion in my head and saying such serious things
was still so difficult for me, but this time the words spilled from my
mouth effortlessly.
	He ran his fingers once through my hair, squeezed me softly.
	"I love you too."