The Beach House by Blu
All disclaimers apply to this story. This is purely fantasy, or wishful thinks, you decide. No implications about the real sexuality of Justin Timberlake or any other member of N Sync intended. If you find this story offensive, do not continue to read it. All comments are welcome, write me at blueeagle_feathers@hotmail.com
The Beach House
Quiet time, Time to relax and enjoy the quiet of the beach. My beach blanket nicely laid out on the warm sand, a warm gentle breeze coming off the shore. The waves gently roling up on shore. What more could I ask for.
My back is against one of those beach-back chairs, a small cooler filled with a few cans of sodas, and a couple of snacks. My notebook laying across my lap, a good pen in my hand. A long waited chance to write some new stories. I've written several stories before and had a few of them published. One if them is being considered for a possible film. My publisher and agent recommended this quiet little town, with a beach front house. She thought it might give me the quiet I needed to work.
She got a good deal on the house, and I paid cash. The house sits on a bluff over looking a beautiful lake and sandy beaches. There are several houses along the bluff, with the town several miles up the beach. The houses in this area sit on the edge of the bluff, on three to six acres of land. The house I bought sits nicely on six acres, with plenty of room and trees to hide it from the nieghbors. It's a spacious four bedroom house sitting a few feet from the edge of the bluff. Several sets of nicely paint steps equivilant to a three story house, with three small landings, leading down to the beach.
The first floor is nicely laid out. A family area is close to the kitchen, which is opened to the room. The kitchen area is surround by an L-shape island, with four stools. There is enough room in the kitchen area for a few cabinets and the appliances. Two doorways lead out of the kitchen, one leads to a formal dining room, the other leads to a pantry, laundry, bathroom, and small entry way. On the other side of the island is a small breakfast nook. The living room is connected to the family area, with four large sliding french style doors. A set of steps lead from the family area up to the second floor.
The family area has four large doors, two open to a large veranda, which overlooks the lake. A set of large, multi-pane windows let you look out over the waters from the breakfast nook. The windows are nicely decorated with flowering curtains, and lush potted plants on the sills.
My first couple of day in my new house were spend in organizing my house. And durning the next week or two, I spent a lot of time walking the beach and looking up at the houses along the bluff. I was getting settled in and getting into an old routine, but with a new twist. The new twist, was the new location.
My morning routine involved my morning coffee, cigarettes, cleaning the house, and taking walks. My walks were long. I'd walk alone the beach in either directions for about a mile. I'd look up at the houses on the bluff. Some of the houses were nicely painted, some with fancy brick work. Some of the houses had nicely painted white picket fences, some had split rail fences. Some of the houses had nicely painted white stairs, with wooden decks leading down to the beach. Some had metal steps, some with old wooden ones in need of paint or repairs. Once in a while I would catch glimpses of people moving about on the bluff, or walking along the beach.
I figured to be settled in for a week before commiting myself to writing. I wanted to be sure to make the beach walks a daily part of my routine.
I converted two of the smaller bedrooms into studio rooms. One contained a computer, printer, copier, and other things useful to my writings. The second room contained another computer, connected to my keyboard and video stuff. It also contained a high quality television and sound system. And a very extensive video library. Both computers are networked, and connected to the internet. I had a doorway put between the two rooms.
The third bedroom had a nice queen size bed, with nice dressers and a nite stand. It's a nice little bedroom, tastefully decorated, to a man's taste. I wanted that room made up for quest, just incase I should have visitors, even though I knew I wouldn't.
My room, which is the master bedroom, is decked out nicely. A kingsize oak waterbed, with matching dressers, and night stands. A small oak desk and chair sits under bay window, overlooking the beach. A wide variety of Native artwork and artifacts are placed around the room, as well as through the entire house. Some of the artwork was made by myself. And encase you are wondering, yes, I am Native American.
I am three quarters naitve and follow many traditional ways. And most of my stories are based on Native Americans.
It's been about two weeks, following my basic routine and getting use to my new house and surrounding. Sitting at the computer waiting for inspiration to come, and getting frustrated. "This is nuts." I say out loud. I get up out of my seat and head down stairs out to the veranda. I look out over the bluff at the lake. I return to the house, grab my keys from the counter, lock my door and head down to the beach.
It was a beautiful bright sunny day, must have been around one thirty, two o'clock. Standing on the waters edge, I pull off my shirt and squat down. The sun feels good on my back and the lake breeze is very refreshing. The sounds of the waves lapping at the shore is very pleasing to my ears. I looked back at the beach and there it was. The most perfect spot on the beach. It was far enough away from the bluff, and the right distance from the water. The sand hill was just at the right hieghth, and right size for my work area. I knew exactly what I needed to do.
I went back up the stairs and around to the front of the house. I checked to make sure the front door was locked, before climbing into my four by four. I was headed for the shopping center in town. The town is on the other side of the lake, and a good fifteen to twenty minute drive. And it's loaded with tourist most of the year.
Around this area the temperature during the winter months is around sixty to seventy degrees. And in the summer time, it really gets hot. With it being early June, most of the kids are still in school, so the beach is pretty quiet until after three or four. The on slot of tourist hasn't really started yet. That usually happens a few weeks after school lets out, which is in a couple of weeks.
The shopping center isn't to busy, as I pull into the parking lot. I got out of my truck and start towards the doors. I'm thinking about all the thinks I need for my sand pile on the beach. I go in and head towards the patio stuff. I start looking at the beach things. I new what I wanted but didn't know what the call them. I asked a clerk if they had any of those beach chairs, preferred one with out arms. He showed me some lawn chairs. Then I discribed it to him. "I'm looking for one of those chair back things, that sit on the beach, and you lean on them." I told him, "And one with out legs, so it sits on the sand." He took me to the isle and I found what I was looking for. It was basically a lawn chair with four inch high legs. I also spotted a big blue beach blanket and thought it would go good with my plans. I also grabbed a small cooler, with one of those freezer type reusable ice blocks. My hands were starting to get full, when I spotted and empty cart.
I tossed everything in the cart and started for the check outs, when I desided to get some new shorts, tank tops, and sandles. I found several really nice pairs of shorts, and several matching shirts. I picked out the cheapest pair of sandles, figuring I might only use them once or twice. I not really a sandles kind of person, I like my ankle socks and tennis shoes. Now I was ready for tomorrow.
When I got home, I tosses the ice block in the freezer, and got ready to relax and go play. Play time for me was playing my music. Having my keyboards connected to the computer was a smart move on my part. Everytime I got creative I'd let my computer program record my music, so I can play it back when I want to relax.
When morning came, I got up and went through my usual routine, then went out for my daily walk on the beach. As I walked the beach, heading north, which is to the right of my house, I had this wonderful feeling, it was going to be a beautiful day. I walked up the beach a good haslf mile, before heading back. As I got closer to my house, I got this feeling I was being watched. I looked up at the bluff trying to see if there was someone up there. Then I noticed a person standing on the edge of the bluff, of the house next door to mine. I couldn't make them out to well, but could feel them watching me. As I got closer to the steps leading to my house, I turned to see them still watching me. I still couldn't make them out, but I waved to them. The person took a start, then waved back.
Standing at the counter preparing my cooler and a few snacks for the beach, the phone rang. It's my agent. She'll telling me about my new book coming out in about a month, "Dream Jumpers". She's also telling me about the meeting coming up in a couple of days. The meeting for a film deal, which laid out my demands. She telling me she'll let me know. She also asked if I started a new book yet. I told her I had a few ideas, but nothing concrete yet. We say our good byes and I hand up the phone.
Sitting confortablly on my beach chair, my legs propped up, notebook on my lap, and pen in hand. The bleach blanket is nicely laid out on the sand hill, my cooler inches away. I begin to write. The story is flowing from me onto the paper. I occasionally pause for a few moments, then continue to write.
People are walking up and down the beach. Some were young and old couples walking hand in hand. Some teenagers further down the beach are frolocking in the waters. A couple of middle aged men and women are jogging up and down the beach. A small motor boat is anchored off shore, people fishing off the boat. A mother with a couple of young children is scooping through the sand looking for sea shells.
I look out over the water, from my little perch. The lake seems to be telling me the story, as I continue to write. It seems I can't stop. I would write for a while, while sitting on my beach chair, then roll off the chair, lay on my stomach, propping my head up with one hand, and write. Then I'd be back in the chair. I just couldn't stop writing.
This back and forth, between laying on my stomach, then on the chair continued for awhile. While I was laying on my stomach, I caught a glimps out of the corner of my left eye. I could see my neighbor standing on the bluff looking down at me. I ignored it and continued to write. A short time later I saw the same person standing on one of the landings. This time I could tell it was a young male, maybe in his late teens or early twenties. I gave a quick wave and went back to writing.
I rolled back up onto the beach chair. I glanced in his direction and saw him walking away from me, down the beach. He was wearing white shorts, black tank top and white tennis shoes. His hair was light colored. I figured him to be almost six feet tall. I watched him for a few moments, then went back to my writing.
My hand was starting to cramp a bit from the writing. So I desided to take a quick soda break. I sat the notebook down on the blanket and grabbed the cooler. That's when I noticed my young watch, walk passed me going the other way. He looked at me and I looked at him. He waved at me and I waved back. He was skirting the waters edge. I could see more of his features, as he walked by. A good looking boy, sandy brown hair, cut short, and rather curly. About five eight, five nine in height. His eyes were light in color, but still hard to tell at that distance. I popped the top of the soda, took a good swig, then went back to writing. When I stopped for another sip, the boy was a good distance away again, going south..
I needed to take a good long break and stretch my legs. So I got up and walked to the waters edge, leaving my sandles up by my blanket. My legs were a little stiff from sitting so long. I stepped into the water, just deep enough for the water to cover my ankles. The water felt a bit chilly on my feet, but it felt good. I leaned down and rubbed the back of my knees and noticed the boy heading back my way. I looked up at the sun, and by it's position, I could tell it was around three o'clock, or somewhere near that time. I also noticed dark storm clouds coming in from over the lake. The lake stirred up a little. I knew it was a good time to pack it in. Besides I was getting hungry.
I turned and nearly stumbled going back up onto the beach. I saw the boy a few feet from me, and he let out a little chuckle. I chuckled a bit. "You enjoy your walk?" I asked. He smile, "It was okay." he said. He was within a few feet from me now. "Lived here long/" I asked. I recognized him from some pictures I've seen, and from television. "A few months." he said. "Would you like a soda?" I asked. "Sure." he said with a big smile.
I walked over to my blanket and knelt down, he followed me. I turned and sat down on the blanket looking up at him, I positioned myself in my beach chair. I opened the cooler and took out a cold soda, handed it to him. I notice his shorts were rather thin and I could see his dark, very low cut bikini briefs under them. I could see the waite band was just below a nice crop of pubic hair, as he popped the tab, then took a big swig. "Ah! That's good." he said. I reached over and closed my note book. "What's that?" he asked. "Oh, this.?" I said. "Just a story I'm working on."
"You a writer?" he asked. "Yep!" I replied. "Anything published?" he asked. "Turbulant Winds, Morning Circle, and a few others." I replied. "You wrote turbulant winds?" he said with excitement, "Quilty!" I replied. "That's my all time favorite book." he said. "I've read it three times."then knelt down on the blanket in front of me. "Then you must be." he said. "Yep, Toni Two Nails." I said. "I'm Justin." he said, extending his hand. I shook his hand. Don't you play music with that group?" I said. "Quietly!" he replied. Justin began to rant and rave about the story, "Turbulant Winds". He talked about how it made him laugh and cry. How he like the way the story made him feel a part of it.
Justin asked me about my new story and the other stories I wrote. I told him about the ones I had published and the ones that weren't. We talked back and forth for a while until a loud clap of thunder brought us back to reality. "Looks like she's coming in pretty quick." he said. "Yeah, I better get my stuff in before it gets washed out to sea." I said "I love thundred storms." I said. "Me too." Justin said with a smile. I finished gathering up my stuff and we started walking towards our propective steps. "You have a copy of Turbulent Winds?" I asked. He replied with yes. "You bring it by sometime and I'll sign it for you." I said. "Okay." he replied, then went trotting up his steps. I went on up mine.
I put my cooler on the counter, and laid my other stuff by the sliding door. I dropped my notebook on the counter. I knew I would have to put it on the computer, but would have to wait until the storm was over. I looked at the clock, it was a quarter to five. I couldn't believe I was down there that long, no wonder I'm starving. I opened the frig and took out the pack of porkchops and the bowl with the sliced potatoes in it. Fried potatoes and porkchops, sounded good to me.
I got the fry pans out and prepared them for my frying. Corn oil for the potatoes, and a chopped onion, with salt and pepper. I got a can of pork and beans from the pantry. I got everything going on the stove, when I heard a knock on the glass sliding door of the family room, which is off the kitchen area. I looked at the door and saw a hand with a book pressed against it. It was Justin, I waved for him to come it.
"Here it is." he said walking in and up to the island counter. Then he set the book down and plopped himself on the stool. I went around the counter and grabbed a pen from the table beside my recliner. He whirled around facing me. The way he was sitting on that stool, it was a good thing he had underwear on. I walked back and stood beside him. He twisted back around, as I grabbed the book and opened the flap. I looked him in the eyes, "What would you like me to write?" I asked him. "What ever you want." he replied. I thought for a moment, then wrote. I closed the flap, then slid the book in front of him.
Justin, friendship forever, from my heart, Toni Two Nails {{Hugs}} He read what I had written to him. A big broad smile went across his face. "Thank you!" he said very softly. He took the book by both flaps and shook it. Two photos fell out and landed face down. He picked them up, handed them to me. One was a photo of his singing group, the other was one of himself, which he personalized. I gave him a big hug, then realize what I was doing and released him. I apologized to him. He smiled. "I wanted to give you one, but wasn't sure." he said. He hopped up from his stool and gave me a big long hug, pressing his whole body against mine. I felt his groin pushing into mine. I felt a twinge in my groin and one from his, but I shook it off, and we released each other.
I asked him if he was hungry, cause I was. And the food was already cooking. He was, and accepted my invitation to dine with me. I told him to call home and let someone know he was dining with me. He told me he would be home alone for the next couple of days. His fellow singers had went to their own families for a few weeks, and his mother and younger brother were out of town on business.
I finished cooking. The storm outside was making a good light show and noises, but still no rain yet. We sat down to eat. We had a lively conversation through out the who meal. Each taking turns talking about the good and bad of our tours. My on my book signing tours and him one his singing tours. We shared our embarassing moments, and laughed at each others story. When we had finished, Justin helped me with dishes and cleaning the table.
I told him he was welcomed to come over anytime he wanted. And he could bring his fellow singers too, if he liked. Just then the phone rang. I answered it. It was my agent on the phone. Justin made a jesture towards the door, indicating he was leaving. I told my agent to hang on, and walked Justin to the door, said our good byes, and he headed alone the bluff towards his house, I returned to the phone.
My agent told me I got what I wanted in the film deal, and she sent a carrier with the contracts, that it would be there with in the hour. Just then the front doorbell rang. I walked with the phone to the front door, still talking to my agent. It was the carrier with a large brown pakage about an inch thick. I told my agent he was here. She told me to sign it and send it back with the carrier. I escorted the man in the house, to the kitchen area. I hung up the phone and opened the package. I offered the carrier a soda, but he declined. I began reading over the contract.
There were two contracts in the package, one for me to keep and one to sign and send back with the carrier. I was very happy with the deal, signed it, the carrier signed as a witness, repackaged it and sent him on his way.
I escorted the carrier to the front door, and watched him pull out. I told him to drive carefully. I could here the rain coming down, slowly at first. When he reached the end of the driveway, it came down in buckets. The wind began to howl, and the storm was at full fury. I could see from the doorway how low the clouds were, with each flash of lightning. It had been only a few minutes of the down pour and the driveway was already getting flooded.
I went back to the kitchen, looked at the clock. I couldn't beleive it was already ten thirty. I noticed Justin's book, still sitting on the counter. I figured he'd come back in the morning for it. I grabbed a soda from the frig and figured to sit and watch tv for the rest of the night. As the rain continued coming down, my thoughts of someone being out there would get soaked. Just then I heard a knock at my side door. I walked down the hall towards the utility room, flicking on the light. I could see a figure through the door window. It was moving back and forth. I looked out the window and saw it was Justin. He was soaked from head to toe. His clothes clinging to him like sarah wrap. I couldn't help but laugh, when I opened the door.
"Not funny." he retorted, as he stepped through the doorway, his shoes squishing as he walked. His hair was soaked and hanging straight down. He pulled his shirt away from his body and let go. It was sticking to his body like glue. His shorts were so wet and clinging, you could clearly see his bikini briefs, under his white shorts. "You need to get out of those wet things." I said, still laughing. I handed him a bath robe, from on top of the drier, pointing down the hall. "Go in the bathroom and change into this, and I'll toss your stiff in the drier." I told him. He grabbed the robe and headed for the bathroom. "Still not funny." he said, half giggling. I grabbed a towel off the dried and took it down the hall to him. I told him to toss his clothes out and I'll toss them in the drier.
I walked back down the hall to lock the side door, as he began slipping off his shoes. As I began heading back I saw his shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and underwear laying in the middle of the hall. I walked over and picked them up. I looked briefly to see him drying himself off. He was facing me. "Not a bit shy." I thought to myself, him standing there totally naked. I carried his clothes to the drier and began to ring them out in the wash tub.
I opened the drier door and saw Justin standing there in the hallway, his robe wide open. I couldn't help but look him up and down. "You got the tie for this thing" he said, opening the robe wide open. I looked on the drier and found the tie, tossed it to him. "I got some fresh undies,"I said. reaching for the pile on the drier. "No, this is fine, besides, my stuff should be done in a short time." Justin said. "About an hour." I said, as I tossed his stuff in and turned on the drier. "I forgot my book."He said, as he headed for the kitchen. "I know." I said, following him.
"After your stuff dries and you change, I'll drive you back over to your house." I told him. "That fine." he replied. I stopped by the frig and grabbed a soda from it, setting it down in from of him. He opened it. The storm seemed to be getting worse. Justin plopped himself on the stool at the counter and was sipping on his soda. I grabbed my notebook, telling him I would be back in a few seconds. I took my notebook up to my studio and placed it down by my computer.
Justin is patienly waiting for me to come back down. He notices the contract from Disney. I come down the steps carrying a book in my hand. "You gonna read to me?" he asked. "If you like." I said. "But this is for you." I said, handing him the book. He takes the book, "Oh Wow!" he says. "I've been wanting to get this one." he said, then hands the book back to me. I looked at him kind of puzzled. "Well you said you'd read it to me." he said. "Okay." I replied.
I walked over to my recliner and sat down. "No, over there." he said, pointing to the couch. I looked at the couch, then went over and sat down. I turned on the light and opened the book. "Not yet." he said, as he got up from the stool. He walked around turning off all the lights, except the one by me. He then locked the patio doors, came over by my laying on the couch, putting his head on my lap. "Now I'm ready." he said. He lifts his head up. "Is this okay? I don't want to make you feel unconfortable." he said. No problem, I replied. then he put his head back down.
"You mind if I ask you something." he asked. "Go ahead." I replied. "You doing something with Disney?" he asked. "I am, why'd you ask.?" I said. "I saw the contract on the tables, and noticed it was a Disney contract." he continued. "I got a contract to work with Disney on one of my stories. They're making it into a movie." I told him. "Cool." he said.
"This book is call, "One Man's Mountain." I said. "But it doesn't come out until the end of the month," I said. "You mean I got a prereleased copy?" he asked. "Yep." I replied. I opened the book and began to read. "There was a mountain, nestled deep in the middle of" I began. I read about twenty pages, between the clacking of thunder and heavy rains, until the last flash put out the lights.
From my position on the couch, I could see through my big double sliding glass doors. I could see much of the town from my place even in day light. But I could tell the whole area was without power. I would have to wait ten minutes before the generator kicks in, to restore power to my place. The rains have been coming down for a good hour, with intermitten slow periods and heavy rains. From what I could tell, this rain was going to be an all nighter.
When the power went out, the drier had stopped. But when the generator kicks in, it will only provide power to a few lights, the frigerator, and the phones, nothing more. It was at this point, I noticed, that Justin was asleep.
The phone rang, Justin popped his head up, "Chris, answer the phone." he said. "I'll get it, go back to sleep." I said, as I picked up the phone from the table beside me. "Hello." I said into the phone.
"Hi!" came a voice I didn't know, from the other end. "I hope you don't mind. I got your number from your agent." it said. "My agent?" I said, a bit concerned. "Who are you, and why'd she give you my number." I said. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to frighten you." she said. "But my son lives near you." she said. "I've been trying to get him on the phone, but can't seem to get an answer." she said. "Who is this?" I asked. "I'm Ms Timberland, my son is Justin Timberland." she said. "Well, Justin is sleeping right here on my couch." I said. I heard a sigh of relief from the other end of the phone. "Hang on a second, I'll wake him." I told her. "No, no, that's okay. I just wanted to make sure he was alright." she said.
I told her about the big storm and also told her I would put Justin up in the spare room. She told me that was fine, and that she would be back home in about two days. "If it's alright with you, would it be alright for him to stay with you until I return." she asked. "Sure, if he wants, he can stay." I said. Just then, Justin raised his head. "Is that my mom?" he asked. I handed him the phone. He sat up and started talking with his mom. Just then the generator kicked in. While he talked on the phone I went to check his clothes in the drier.
When I opened the drier and found his clothes to be still quite damp. I took them out and hung them on little cloth line I had in the utility room. When I went back in the room and over to the window I noticed Justin still on the phone. His jaw was wide open, and was looking strangely at me. "What?" I said, then took a quick look out the window. I could see the whole town and most of the houses around the lake, was with out power. I turned and looked at Justin again. "What?" I said to him. He just kept watching me with his eyes.
He said good bye to his mother, then looked directly at me. "What movie is Disney doing?" he asked me. "What movie." I said slyly. "You know what I'm talking about." he said, as he got off the couch, closed his robe back up. "You're doing "Turbulant Winds!"" he said. "I guess." I replied. Justin got real excited, wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me really tight. "That is going to be so cool." He said, finally letting me go. His is shaking his arms up and down, walking back and forth. "My mom just told me about it, and me and the guys are gonna be in it." he said. "This is so cool."
I just let him continue, as I want and grabbed the book from the couch. Placing it on the counter by his other book. Justin walked over to the counter and picked up his copy of "Turbulant Winds". opened the flap. "And I got a sign copy from the author, this is really cool." I just smiled at him.
"Have you desided what your gonna do?" I asked. "Sure, I'm gonna do the movie." he replied. "No, not that." I said. "I mean about either staying here, or me driving you home?" I said. "If I take you home, I'll have to give you something better then that." I said pointing to the robe. He touched the robe, "Oh, no, I'm gonna stay, if it's alright with you?" he said. "Your more then welcome to stay." I said. Looking up at the clock, I knew I needed to get to bed. "You can sleep here on the couch, the spare bedroom, or you can share my waterbed." I said. "In either two, I have to make them up." I said. "When your ready, come on up." I said, then grabbed the contract from the counter. I headed up stairs.
I went into the computer room and set the contract on the desk. A short time later, Justin came into the room. "Where's the spare bedroom?" he asked. I told him it was down the hall on the right, across from my room. He looked around the room, his eyes lit up with the stuff that was in it. The computer and keyboards, and the fact that the two rooms were connected. He walked out of the room and down the hall.
I checked around the room real quick, turned off the lights, then headed for my room. I turned off the lights, as I headed towards my room. I didn't bother turning on my bedroom light, as I closed the door. I noticed the spare bedroom door was closed.
I walked over to the side of my bed, got undressed, and climbed in. I pulled the blanket over me, rolled over. It was then, that I felt the presense of another body in my bed. "Is that you Justin?" I said. "Who else would it be?" he replied. Then he rolled over to face me. I had my hands at me side. I was naked, as I felt my dick getting hard, with his presents. "I didn't want to be alone tonight." he said. "I've been a lone lately," he said.
He moved a little closer to me, my dick was fully hard, as I moved me hand to adjust it. My right hand was laying flat on the bed beside me. I felt his hand brush my arm under the blanket, and across onto my chest. "I want to give you a hug." he said. "Okay, I said. He moved closer to me and I felt his hard dick come to rest in my hand. His hand carreesed my chest, then slid down to my hard cock. He began to rub my cock and balls, and slowly hump my hand.