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A New Life Chapter 2 Beach Party
I spent the remainder of the morning unpacking boxes and organizing my room. I got my dad's old PC, hooked in all up and powered it up. I had become addicted to the Civilization 2 video game. More so than any of the sports games I had on my Super NES. I was just getting the game started when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Morning, Prez. Wassup dude?"
"Nothing much Keith. I just got my PC all put together and working again. I was just about to start a game when you called."
"Excellent. We can meet on Yahoo chat sometime. I have my own chat room there."
"Well I need to get a new Internet connection first. I used to use my dad's account. I was thinking of AOL."
"Don't use them dude, they're bogus. I have NetCom. If you use them, I get a free month!"
"Cool, I'll check with my mom later."
"So are you ready for a day long ride around town?" Keith asked
"I've been looking forward to it. When will you be ready?"
"I just got out of the shower. Can you meet me here at my house?"
"I guess so, where do you live?"
Keith gave me directions to his house and I was on the road in no time. His house is a big four-bedroom place in a real nice neighborhood but on a typical southern California postage stamp lot. I double checked the address and walked up the front door when I heard someone speaking from the side of the house.
"Who are you?" Asked a small boy.
"Umm I'm Preston, Keith's friend. He asked me to come over. Who are you?"
"Preston? What kind of sissy name is that? Oops, sorry. I'm John, Keith's brother. Mr. Wonderful is inside." He said with a snicker.
I turned around again, confused and rang the doorbell. In a flash Keith opened the door wearing baggy shorts, socks and sneakers but no shirt. My jaw must've hit the ground and bounced twice. He's not even 16 yet and has a great upper body; not an ounce of extra flesh and a six pack abdomen to be envied. He invited me in and I followed him to his room where he tossed T-shirts around the dresser drawer looking for the right one to wear. Finally settling on one he raised his arms and slid it over his head. What I saw was a nice "V" shaped back that nearly took my breath away. I followed Keith to the backyard where he got his bike and we walked around front to get mine. As we got on our bikes and started to peddle off, John said melodically snickering "Have a nice time boys!" Keith just stared him down, obviously putting the fear of retribution into him.
"What's with your brother, dude?" I said, noticing that in a weeks time my vocabulary had now included the word "dude". It still sounded weird, too Texas ranch hand.
"He's flipped, dude. When he least expects it he'll get his." He snickered.
But my wheels were already spinning and grinding. Those comments John made were kind of gay sounding. Was Keith gay? Nah! Was I by association also considered gay? This thought sequence brought me within inches of riding right into the back of Keith and his bike.
"Whoa! Man that was close! Are you okay, Prez?" Keith exclaimed.
"Yeah, man. I'm really sorry. I was paying attention to one too many things."
"Just be extra careful on main streets like this, Prez. Half the city is on prozak or some shit. They wouldn't even see us to avoid us I think. We're just going over to the Promenade Mall. I want to show you a Thomas Guide map at Dalton's. Once you get a general idea of the main street layout you'll be set." He said as we waited for a light to change.
We got to the mall, locked up our bikes and went to "The Warehouse" and dreamt about buying dozens of CD's. I could swear I caught Keith's wandering eyes checking out two guys and they came in the store. This was not my imagination. I needed to ask him if he was gay, but how? He needed to know I was cool with it. I wanted to tell him I had been checking him out earlier at the house. But how could I tell him these things without risking the chance of having a good summer for the first time since I was 12 go down the tubes?
Then we went over to "B. Dalton's" and looked at a map. No wonder I was messed up. Through most of the valley Highway 101 north runs east-west! Who's the rocket scientist that thought this up? We left the mall and headed out around the north side of highway 101 up and around all the major streets in a widening circle up to highway 118. Eventually we made our way south of 101, around 3 big parks, past Mikes house and Derricks house, and up to Ventura Blvd and 101 again. We stopped and rested back at the park we were at last night. During the day it's real busy around this park. I glanced at my watch. Oh my gawsh! It's 5:30PM again!
"Keith, we've been out for over 4 hours, man. I gotta call my mom."
"Cool, tell her you're having dinner at my house tonight." He answered dropping coins into a soda machine.
"Are you sure, man? Don't you want to check with your mom first?"
"I asked this morning. It's set dude. Dinner's at seven."
"Thanks, bud. I'll ask"
When I finished my phone call and had permission to have dinner at Keith's place, I got my own soda from the vending machine and sat down next to Keith. Within a second of each other we both belched out loud and long, causing one old lady to look at us in disgust. We laughed hard about our timing and the old lady's shattered sense of polite public activity. We finished up our Cokes and headed to his house. On the way there I realized I didn't even know his last name. Keith told me it was Hundser, There was no weird little brother in the front yard but there was a cute thirteen-year-old looking boy in the back yard. Keith introduced his brother, Drew. A slightly shorter, stockier version of Keith. We politely waved to each other and said "Hi". Then I followed Keith in through the sliding back door and he showed me to back to his room.
His bedroom is really pretty large, has to be almost 15 foot square. There's a double bed and oak dresser and mirror. The entertainment center in his bedroom is as good as my mom's in the living room. A 25 inch TV, VCR and stereo receiver and CD player. I assumed from what I saw that this family was not struggling to make ends meet. Later I found out from Keith that he was simply good at saving his money and purchased all but the TV himself using allowance and paper route money. The TV was the old family room set. I sat on his desk chair and watched him move confidently around his room, flipping on the stereo then removing his shirt.
"Oh man, I reek something foul. My dad's gonna have a fit if we sit down to eat like this. I need to have a shower before dinner dude. It would be great if you would too, Prez. It would save me from my dad's commentaries later. Do you mind?"
"I guess not. I haven't got a change of clothes though." I answered
"Not a problem. We're about the same size. Lets see what I've got for you to wear."
We rummaged around the dresser and found a T-shirt, shorts and a pair of boxer shorts. This would be the first time in my life I've ever worn boxers. I've just always worn briefs, never even considering the idea of switching. I was starting to feel nervous, like the first time I ever changed in the locker room for gym class.
Keith showed me to the bathroom and handed me a clean towel. "You go ahead and hit the shower. I'm gonna go talk with my folks. Don't take too long in there, I'll be right behind you." He said with a grin, nudge and a wink.
Damn these crazed hormones! I couldn't be certain if Keith was gay even with the signs all around me. I quickly showered, grabbed the towel and started drying my hair. Keith knocked on the door and stepped in the bathroom in saying "It's just me dude." As if I wasn't caught off guard already, Keith dropped his pants and shorts and stepped behind me into the shower. Well now we both had the whole picture! I finished drying off while Keith was chatting with me in the shower about what was for dinner. Pulling up the boxers, then the shorts I recognized some extra shifting of my goods. A weird sensation to say the least, moving from the snug, secure fit of briefs to boxers, but I kind of liked it. I was somewhat embarrassed, but I had to ask Keith where his deodorant was before I would put the T-shirt on. There were three different brands on the sink vanity, one for each of the brothers. He asked me to use his Mennen Speed Stick. Same brand as I use. I use the "regular" fragrance. He used the "ocean surf" one. Pulling the shirt over my head I heard the shower turn off and the sliding door open.
"I'll wait for you in your room while you finish up in here, okay man." I said.
Toweling off he asked, "Prez, what's the matter dude? I mean, we shower at school all the time in front of dozens of guys."
"Yeah I know but... umm... Keith, I gotta ask man, umm… are you gay?"
Shocked, he looked at me with tears welling up in his eyes. "I hoped I wasn't obvious. Yeah I am Prez. I mean, well I've never had sex with anyone. I just find guys more attractive is all." He wrapped the towel around himself and leaned back against the wall and started to cry.
I didn't move, just leaned there against the door looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry dude. I'm really very sorry." He cried. "I wouldn't blame you if you just left now."
Realizing how much I had upset him, I started to shed tears my self. I looked up at him and he looked away, down to the floor hiding his face. "Keith, it's okay man." I said, stepping towards him and put my hand under his chin to lift his face up. "It's okay man. You're not obvious. I had hints and I guess I was looking for them." I was weeping as hard as I ever have since I fractured my ankle at seven years old. "I guess, I think I am too."
It took him maybe ten seconds to grasp what I had said. Then he put his arms around me and hugged me while we both tried to stop the water works. What little we said basically confirmed to the other just how much we needed to meet, how much we enjoyed each others company and how we wanted to continue our friendship. In a few minutes as the tears dried and the laughs started there was a light tapping on the door.
"Umm... guys? Dinner in ten minutes, okay?" Drew said from behind the closed door.
"We'll be there." Keith replied breaking our embrace.
"Is Drew cool with this?"
"Yeah, we've talked and he's cool. He's still figuring it all out about his own wants and stuff." He said reaching to pick up his boxer shorts.
"Well, I guess I might stay then." I said, admiring the view.
"You might. Hell you better!"
I laughed again, leaned back against the door and watched my new best friend dress himself for dinner. We both checked ourselves in the mirror for puffy cried out eyes and joined John and Drew at the table. They were on the opposite side of the table trying to give each other charley horses. Just as John was ready to give Drew his best shot Mr Hundser walked into the room.
Calmly, without any hint of anger in his voice he said "John, not at the table. There's one extra here. Who's this Keith?"
"Dad, this is my friend Prez... Preston."
I stood up and shook his hand. "My pleasure, Sir."
"Hi, Preston. You're not from around here, you're from... Oklahoma, right?"
"Originally from Texas, Sir. North of Dallas, by the Red River and Oklahoma border."
"I should've known. I've never met a Texan that didn't offer his hand. What brings you to California?"
"Drew, give me a hand with serving dinner please." Mrs. Hundser said from the kitchen.
I started to tell Mr. Hundser about my parents splitting up, and the move. Drew carried in a large plate of barbecued chicken, Mrs Hundser brought in a giant bowl of salad and returned to the kitchen for a plated of foil covered baked potatoes. Drew and John dug right in for the same chicken breast as soon as Keith's mom sat down. They both caught evil glances from their parents and settled down. During the dinner conversation both Mr. and Mrs. Hundser showed a great deal of interest in me and my mom, the breakup and the move. Eventually the conversation moved to what had been done with day and what the plans were for the evening. Keith had said we would be just hanging out tonight. Mr. Hundser reminded his son's of a few household chores that needed to be done before the weekend trip up to Big Bear.
As the table was being cleared the phone rang and John answered it saying it was for Keith. I heard a little of what was said. He forgot something, he wants to go and bring me along.
"Dad can I stay out a little later tonight?" He asked "There's a party down at the beach and Derrick's on his way to pick Prez and me up." Mr. Hundser said, "You're home and in bed by 1AM the latest Keith. And no booze! Understood?"
"Yeah dad, no sweat. Thanks." Keith said and then finished up on the phone.
Keith turned to me saying, "Prez, give your mom a call and ask if you can spend the night here dude. We've got a party to go to!" I called my mom, she and Mrs. Hundser talked for a bit and I got permission to stay the night with instructions to be home for dinner tomorrow night. I thanked the Hunders for dinner and followed Keith to his bedroom. He and I put our shoes on then we heard a car horn beep out front. We said our goodbyes, Keith grabbed an electric lantern from the hall closet and we stepped outside.
I could not believe my eyes when I stepped outside. In front of the house with two guys sitting in the front seat was an emerald green, 1971 Oldsmobile 442 convertible. It looked to be all original equipment too. This car looked like it was right out of showroom.
"Mike this is Prez. Preston O'Brian. Prez, this is 'the soon to be famous' Mike Gibbons, Hahaa!" Keith said as Mike swiveled the seat and stepped out of the car.
I extended my hand to greet Mike. "Hi Ya, Mike. Glad to meet ya man." Mike shook my hand. "Cool, same here! Climb on in back and shuffle yer buns over. That's Derrick in the drivers seat."
Keith climbed in the back seat behind me and introduced me to Derrick. We said our hello's, Mike got back in the car and we headed down Topanga Canyon to the Pacific coast highway. Mike bitched out Keith for not calling earlier like he was supposed to. Keith told them about how we met and me being a lost puppy. I chimed in saying something about a mental midget that made highway 101 run east to west. Keith looked at me, Mark turned around and Derrick glanced wide-eyed at me from the rear view mirror. All three of them cracked up laughing simultaneously, believing that "mental midget" was just about the funniest thing they'd ever heard, then realizing just how lost a guy could get under my circumstances. My tension was relieved and the ice was broken. This was gonna be a good night.
We got to Zuma Beach and parked the car. When Derrick stepped out I followed on his side of the car and we shook hands before walking around to the trunk of the car. Mike grabbed a guitar case and cooler from the trunk and Derrick got a radio, blanket and a lantern.
Back then, and still now Derrick is just about the most handsome guy I've ever seen. Honestly, he puts all the teen idols to shame in my opinion. Two years ago he was real cute. Now, at 18 Derrick is about 5 feet 9 inches tall and 150 pounds, dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. Derrick is the oldest of the four of us, born about 4 months before me.
Mike looked pretty much the same then as he does now. The shortest of the four of us I guess he's about an inch shorter than Derrick and about the same weight. The guy looks like a linebacker, sun-bleached brown hair and brown eyes.
We found a place on the beach and got settled. Each of us took corner of the blanket and got a soda from the cooler. Mike got his acoustic guitar out and started strumming softy and playing an occasional line or lick. I was pretty impressed with his playing and I told him so, also mentioning that I played bass guitar. During the course of the conversation I learned that Mike's birthday was the first of June and the guitar had been a gift. Derrick started saying how much fun they had that night having a few beers and sharing a few joints after the rest of the party broke up. Suddenly, Mike stopped strumming and it got very quiet, too quiet in fact.
Derrick was the first to speak. "Umm... I don't regret that night, none of it."
Keith looked up at him and replied "Neither do I."
Then Mike whispered "Me neither."
Then Keith said in a low quivering voice, "Listen guys, I'm sorry I left so suddenly yesterday. I know I've been acting fucked up lately. It's just that well, you guys live close by each other, and you have the music you play together and umm... lately you guys say stuff that seems to be some kind of inside joke that I'm not included in. I dunno, I guess I feel left out."
Mike moved over by Keith and put his arm around him saying, "Dude, we've had our rough times over this very same stuff. Let's not go there again, ok? I never meant to make you feel left out in any way."
"No way buddy. I honestly didn't mean any harm." Derrick chimed in.
Mike whispered "Your right, Keith. Since Derrick got his drums last December we have been spending a lot of time together. Now that schools out we see each other almost every day, lots of nights too."
Keith sat up straight and looked at Mike, then Derrick in amazement. "You two? Christ, just a few months ago I saw you two nearly come to blows."
"Well that was at Christmas break. We had been having other talks that lead to some tension I guess. Stupid shit, ya know? You just happened to be there when things got nasty. Mike and I, we're alike in lots of ways, and just different enough to keep things interesting." Derrick said.
"Let's just say the last two months, we've been sort of a couple." Mike said with a Cheshire cat grin.
The three of them each started laughing one after the other, and as infectious as laughter is I laughed along. After a moments calm, Keith told Derrick and Mike of our little shower encounter, then looked over at me and said "I saw you checking me out from the dresser mirror this morning."
I admitted I had. I also reminded Keith of the two guys in "The Warehouse" he was checking out. Mike and Derrick cracked up and had to give him a bit of jabbing about that for a while. Before I knew it or could think of containing it I said to Keith, "I've been checking you out in the bathroom and on your bike and every minute I've been with you. When I'm around you, sometimes I feel like I can move mountains, sometimes more like a wet noodle."
The laughing and jabbing stopped, Keith moved closer to me and asked, "Well which do you feel like now?"
Swallowing hard I looked in his eyes and said, "Like moving mountains until this very second."
Keith leaned forward, tilted his head and kissed me softly. Breaking away for a second he then kissed me again, gliding his tongue over my lips until I opened my mouth to accept him. Another first time experience for me. In a few seconds I started to hear Mike and Derrick whispering then together they chanted "Awwww, ain't that nice?" and we pulled apart with our combined laughter.
Settling back down we paired up on opposite sides of the blanket. We talked about lots of stuff that night. My tired old moving story, summer plans, who was working where and when, how I'd like to learn to surf and jam with Mike and Derrick. Mike played guitar for a while and when he was tired he let me play it. Then Mike and Derrick went off for a walk together leaving Keith and me alone.
We talked about the suddenness of our feelings for each other and the things we saw ourselves doing together. Of course we talked about when we might have sex and what we had heard about various experiences. We agreed that we wouldn't necessarily rush into any thing together but when the time was right we would both now it. Around midnight we packed up our gear and headed for home. Derrick and Mike got overly enthusiastic to learn that I would be spending the night at Keith's place. We played along with their talk for awhile just for fun.
We pulled in front of the house and noticed the light on in the living room. Keith's mom was up and in the kitchen when we walked in the house. We stopped in to say good night. Keith got two sodas from the fridge then we retreated to Keith's room.
"Make yourself comfortable, Prez." He said turning on the TV. "I sleep in my boxers usually. Is that okay with you?"
I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my shirt. "Yeah it's cool man. I sleep in my underwear too. I'm pretty tired. Are you?"
"Yeah, that talk with you earlier and then with Mike and Derrick. I'm wiped out."
"This day has been full of firsts for me." I said as I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor. "Where am I sleeping?" Dropping his shorts he answered, "On the bed with me if your okay with it. Or I could get the spare blanket..."
"Don't go to any trouble, the bed is fine, man."
Keith turned off the light leaving the room lit only by the TV. I waited by the bed for him to walk past me again and I held him by the waist there in front of me.
"Haahaa! What are you doing?" He asked
"Just what feels right." I said with a sigh
He wrapped his arms around me and we just swayed gently for a few minutes holding each other.
"I've never had a boyfriend before. I like this feeling." I whispered
"Neither have I, really. Mike and I did some stuff when we were 13 but we weren't emotionally ready for it. I like the feeling too. I feel comfortable with you, Prez."
I looked in his eyes, tilted my head and mimicked his kiss from earlier. We broke our embrace and got into the bed. Keith reached for the remote control and turned off the TV.
After a few minutes of lying there Keith asked, "Are you asleep?"
"Nope."
We turned and looked at each other. The answer was obvious. We both slid closer and held each other in the center of the bed. That's what we both needed. Sleep came soon thereafter.
Around 7AM we heard the sounds of his parents getting ready for work. Keith groggily got up and locked his bedroom door then returned to bed snuggling up close to me. I noticed his morning erection tenting his boxers. There was a storm of emotions building up in me at once. I rolled over to face him.
"Good morning." I said
"Mornin' bud. Go back to sleep."
"I wish I could. I've been thinking... and dreaming... of you... about us."
"Yeah, me too. Good dreams."
"Yeah. I've fallen in love with you, Keith."
Looking in my eyes and pulling me closer he kissed my cheek. "I love you too Preston."
I kissed his sweet lips and let my hand slowly trace its way around his chest, memorizing each square inch. Breaking our kiss, he giggled at my touch and started his own exploration of my chest then moved down to my stomach. I felt the firmness of his abdomen and my heart raced. Our breathing quickened and our smiles faded. With our eyes we communicated our fears of being hurt and left alone, our desire to be with each other not just once, or today, but forever. Our hands slid down and slid our hands into each other's boxers. We each felt the others erection then began removing the boxers and kicked them off under the covers. Keith moved over and lay on top of me causing me to softly moan my approval. My arms slid down his back and my hands cupped his ass pulling him into me. He started nibbling and sucking my earlobes nearly driving me insane with passion. I tried to roll us over but he would only let me go as far as our sides. Kissing my lips, my neck and down my shoulder and arm he crawled into a sixty-nine position.
He took hold of my pulsing cock and licked once completely around my circumcised glans. I shivered and groaned. He looked up at me with those mischievous eyes, and waited for me to repeat the process for him. I did and he bucked involuntarily forcing the head of his cock into my mouth. We swallowed each other in gradual increments. Lovingly we sucked and licked each other to the brink of climax then backed off only to repeat the process again. The second time around though we couldn't hold it back any longer. I grunted a few times to warn him I was close. He hummed his warning sending the vibrations throughout my body. My twirling tongue blocked his first shot and washed around my mouth. He hummed in appreciation and I let my orgasm over take me. We swallowed every drop and licked each other clean. We were totally satisfied but our young teen cocks never really lost their erections. Keith crawled around again to kiss me. We held each other close and drifted back off to the world of dreams.
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