Date: Mon, 5 May 2014 21:39:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Roth Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 62 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 62 by Donny Mumford As Danny and I walk on the beach we're both still a little high from that dramatically unexpected, but very hot sex we just had. Unexpected by me at least, so I ask him, "Um, how'd you know I was gay and, more importantly, how'd you know I'd let you fuck me?" He says, "Your eyes, the look in your eyes. The way you looked at me gave you away, plus I've got good gaydar, although I didn't pick up on old man Grant. That is, not until he gave me my first buzz cut; his hands were all over me, then it was obvious, but I didn't expect him to be so brazen about it and, come on, who needs a haircut every week?" I shrug, as he mumbles, "It was my turn for a haircut last night, but luckily the old fuck was in a hurry to get back to the cash register, so I only had to endure him playing with my cock and balls while he ran the clippers over my head. Dude, you can't believe the boner he had by the time he was done." I'm like, " Oh yuck, his old hard dick was poking out his pants, huh?" Danny makes a face, then says, "Um, no, we were both naked, which earned me twenty bucks." I ask, "Why did you keep working for him, from the beginning I mean, if you knew he would be doing this kind of sick perving on you?" Danny spreads his hands, like, 'I don't know,' then he mutters, "I'm not proud of myself, but I guess I don't get as turned-off by older men as you apparently do, and it basically boils down to me wanting to spend the summer at the shore." I go, "Jesus, big price to pay for a summer at the shore, what were you thinking, dude?!" He's like, "Oh come on, I just turned eighteen a couple of months ago, I'm just a dumb teen and we've never been known for making right choices all the time." I mutter, "Yeah, I can relate to that. My choices aren't always the best either, and I'm twenty years old as of today, so you probably have a few more years of bad choices ahead of you." He says, "Happy birthday, although you don't look twenty, ha ha, more like seventeen... no offense intended. Did you like the way I fucked you?" The tops always come back to that, wanting to be complimented or reassured they're hot sexually, and I'm always ready to reassure them too. I go, "Oh man, Danny, you fuck good, dude, awesome!" He goes, "Thanks. Yeah, it's like I thought you were gay, but I wasn't positive, so I tested my theory by holding your hand too long when you were lighting my cigarette, haha. And, you know, you didn't flinch so that was one point in favor of you being gay. When I looked up into your eyes and saw the way you were staring at me, then I knew for sure. I also knew I could fuck you hard because a little while ago when I grabbed your cock and balls, instead of complaining, you leaned into me and I knew then I had you in the palm of my hand, so to speak... haha, no pun intended. You're the kind of bottom I love, not like Georgie who's always bitching I'm being too rough on him when I fuck him, that's if I can remember that far back... ha ha. It's been awhile, dude. And oh man, I needed a good fuck so badly, and then along comes my new friend, Dylan, thanks, bro." I mumble, "My pleasure," and he's like, "Yeah, I figured it was your pleasure... haha. I can tell when a bottom is the submissive type like you, no offense intended, and I take advantage of it too because I know you want it hard and that's the way I like to give it. My intention is to always give you a fuck you'll remember and, ha ha, you'll be coming back begging me for more. I have a feeling you'll be looking me up tomorrow night too. Won't ya be doing a little begging?" Wow, baby-faced Danny has an ego as big as the ocean. I'd never have guessed that from my experience in the restaurant when he seemed so sweet and, like kinda shy. Ya can't tell a book by it's cover I guess. Taking two cigarettes out of the box, I pass one to Danny and hold up my lighter for him. He drops his sandals and cups my hand with both of his like he did on the boardwalk. Holding my hand between both of his, he asks, "You like me holding your hand, don't ya, Dylan?" I swallow hard, muttering, "Yeah, sure I do, Danny," and he goes, "Well then I'll hold your hand as we walk in the sand." I go, "We only have two hands, one for carrying our sandals and one for our cigarettes." He says, "That's no problem," and with our cigarettes between our lips he picks up his sandals, takes my free hand, and leads me down closer to the ocean, then says, "Put your sandals on and we'll walk in the packed sand down here close to the ocean," and that's what we do, hand in hand. Danny exhales a lot of smoke, saying, "I'm back on the cigarettes now, Dylan, damn I was doing so good for awhile too. Oh well, like I always say, what the fuck, enjoy yourself, ya know." I shrug, and talkative Danny says, "I noticed you didn't confirm that you'd be looking me up tomorrow night to beg me to fuck you again. Was I wrong to think that's what you'd do?" I go, "Sorta, because I don't beg for sex." He says, "I'll bet that's probably because you don't need to. Maybe you're thinking I'm egotistical, but I'm not really. When I'm nervous I talk too much like I've been doing the last ten minutes." I ask, "What are you nervous about?" He squeezes my hand and says, "I'm nervous that you'll think I'm a twit so I say stuff to make me sound like a confident top when I'm really not. I fucked you hard mostly because I haven't had anal sex for six weeks and I was so horny I was like crazed." I mumble, "Oh, it was still an awesome fuck whatever the reason for it. So, were you being honest about testing me to see if I'm gay by holding my hand too long?" He mumbles, "Yeah, and I was nervous as hell doing it, but what I said about recognizing that you're submissive in sex is the truth." So... what is Danny, a nervous mixed-up kid or a dominant sex partner? Oh hell, what difference does it make if the sex is hot. We walk in silence for a bit. I'm gazing at the stars in the sky way the fuck out there where the horizon meets the ocean. The relentless waves crashing on the beach plus all the other sounds associated with the ocean are mesmerizing to me. I love the Jersey shore and maybe someday Robby and I can live here, except we'll probably both be working for his dad's company in Framingham. Danny says, "You don't say much, do ya? I get uncomfortable with silence, it's like it roars in my ears." I go, "Huh," and he laughs, then goes, "I really like you, Dylan, and who the hell am I kidding? I'm going to be the one looking you up tomorrow night and begging you for sex, not the other way around." Just to be funny, I go, "Huh," again, and he laughs pulling me against him and kissing my lips. He says, "I can really beg when I need to," which makes me laugh and think about Ryan's begging technique. Danny and I walk hand in hand talking about the normal stuff guys talk about like rock music, school, and our friends back home. Then we talk about how old we were when each of us concluded we we're gay, and then we relate our first sexual experiences. I learn Danny's never fucked anyone, even George, without a condom, but he was so horny tonight he threw caution to the wind. "And also, Dylan, you're easily the sexiest kid I've ever had sex with. Like I told ya, my first sex partner had acne and was not good looking at all. He let me fuck him though, so I didn't care." Danny isn't into sports at all, but even with that flaw in his character I still find myself really liking him. He's basically a sweet kid trying to be a dominant personality, but he can't pull it off because his sweet nature keeps winning out. To be honest, he seems very immature to me, but that's not necessarily a complaint on my part because it gives me a confident feeling. Something I've been noticing more of lately, me being more confident, I mean. My watch reads midnight, but I'm not tired. I'm feeling good and that fuck is partially responsible, but my birthday dinner helped a lot too. Chubby and the moms in my life are such a blessing, I feel lucky. Hell, I am lucky, very lucky indeed and I'm grateful for my luck. We're way the fuck down the beach by now, past the boardwalk in fact, although if we look back we can still see the lights in the distance. Danny, the talker, has just finished telling me about his family who seem quite normal. He's still in the closet to his family, but he has a couple of gay friends his age who are 'out' so he's close to coming 'out' himself. Danny's not going away to college, he's working at his dad's garage and going to college at night in the fall while living at home, along with his younger sister. Finally I ask, "Where the fuck we walking to, Danny?" He stops, and goes, "I don't know, I was following you." I laugh and we turn around, but don't even get back to the boardwalk before we find ourselves making out in the light of the moon, standing on the packed wet sand. Two silhouettes embracing, all part of the vast canvas here of sand, sky, and ocean. From a distance it would be clear to anyone that two people are kissing, but not that it's two guys. We grope each other, squeezing butt cheeks and rubbing each others boner through our shorts. Danny gasps, muttering, "God, you get me so fucking hot, Dylan," as he undoes the snap on my shorts, with me protesting, "Not here, Danny." He pulls my pants down and his finger goes in my ass and his other arm around my waist hugging me against him tightly, as his tongue's moving in my mouth. My cock is so hard and he tastes and smells so good it's almost like I'm floating with Danny above the sandy beach. My fingers go through his short, freshly barbered buzz cut, and how crisp the newly cut hairs are against my fingers. He's finger fucking me and my hips are humping his finger on their own as I whine with pleasure. Danny pulls his finger out whispering breathlessly in my ear, "I got ya where I want ya now, Dylan. Turn around and bend over, I'm gonna fuck you hard again," and he fumbles his pant down, then helps me turn around as a luscious submissive trance flows over me like a light fluffy blanket, with my cock throbbing in the humid air. I moan, "Mmmmm," as I grab my knees wanting to feel his cock inside me. He smacks my ass hard, "SMACK! SMACK" and the sound of his hand smacking my ass seems to echo in my ears. Grabbing my hips Danny pushes the head of his boner past my sphincter muscle, and then with a grunt and a strong thrust his whole cock goes up my ass with me groaning at the hurt. He pulls it back and thrusts it right back up my ass, grunting, "How's that feel, huh?" He slams his body against my ass with his boner going in a little easier now. Some wild pulling and thrusting, four, five, six times fast and it has my ass alive with fantastic sensations and me making ridiculous moans of pleasure, "Aaaaah, ummmm, oh, oh ,oh, yeah, fuck my ass," which encourages Danny to quicken the pace and increase the force of his penetrations. I'm now stumbling forward a step or two toward the ocean with each hard thrust as the 'Slap!' sound of his body against my butt cheeks drifts out and gets lost over the ocean somewhere. It feels so awesome I can hardly believe it. Then my feet get tangled with his and I fall on my face in the wet sand, somehow facing away from the ocean with Danny on top of me. We're close enough to the ocean now that the run-off of water from the waves crashing on the beach surround us as Danny fucks me steadily. His fucking is much more rhythmical now, a constant withdrawal and thrust of his iron boner with both of us wet with salty ocean water and gloppy sand. It's a constant "Slap," of his crotch against my ass followed by my moan, "Oooh," "Slap," "Ooh," "Slap" "Ooh" "Slap" "Ooh, mmm, feels good, mmm," "Slap," and now Danny's grunting with each penetration and it's the most wonderful feeling being fuck so good with his body laying on top of me. A wave breaks and a few seconds later water surround us and then recedes. My boner's flat against my belly sinking in the sand, along with my whole body, as the fast moving water removes some sand around the outline of my body each time it retreats back to the ocean. All I know is my rectum is very happy and dancing with sexy pleasure sensations. Then Danny squeaks, and goes, "Mmmm," in a bit of a whine as he pours cum into my bowels. He flops up off my back, then down on me again and continues fucking me making weird sounds almost like he's in pain and then I grunt, arch my back, and my orgasm hits the wet sand surrounding the head of my boner. The spunk feels so good coming out of my hard cock that my whole body shakes causing Danny to grip my sides so he doesn't fall off me, another spurt of cum and then another as my shoulders shudder, and then I'm weak and spent. Soon Danny's laying motionlessly on my back, the two of us looking like we've been swept onto the beach by the waves. One more shoulder shudder as the sensations of climax fade and my situation now becomes more unpleasant. My body's an inch deep in the wet sand as another wave's run-off surrounds us and then retreats. The side of my face is wet and sandy. Wet sand is in my shorts that are around my ankles, pulled down by the retreating water of the undertow. Danny's breathing deeply, his cock still in me, then he coughs, and asks, "You don't have any, um, deceases, do you, Dylan?" That makes me laugh, getting wet sand in my mouth. I ask, "Shouldn't you have determined that before you fucked me, mister brainiac?" He rolls off me and I go, "Ahhh," as his cocks pulls out. He lays next to me with another run-off of water surrounding us and then retreating back to the ocean taking sand with it. He mutters, "We didn't plan this out very well, did we?" I go, "Um, no," and sit up to watch another wave hit the shore and come rolling up to us to say hello. Danny sits up next to me, stating the obvious, "This is a little bit messy, huh?" I look at him and he puts his arm around my neck pulling my head over to his, asking, "Are you mad at me?" I go, "Not really, Danny, I'm twenty years old ya know, and quite able to resist the temptations of you teenagers should I choose to do so." He goes, "And you didn't choose to do so?" I go, "Correct-a-mondo." Danny asks, "Spanish?" and I go, "I don't know. Lets go in for a swim." We stand up and take what remains of our clothes off, then put them further up on the beach beyond where the undertow might take them into the Atlantic, never to be seen again. We race into the water with our dicks flopping around and when we're in water deep enough we dive in, we do. At least the water's washing the sand off our bodies. After swimming for a few minutes, Danny nods toward the beach, asking, "How are we going to put those wet, sandy clothes on?" I mumble, "Damned if I know, we're fucked I guess." He asks, "Have you ever been fucked in the ocean?" and I think of Dodger fucking me in their swimming pool, and say, "No, not the ocean." He says, "Ya wanna try?" I go, "If you can get another boner this soon after your last one, and in water no less, you can fuck me all night if you want, but I don't see that happening." He puts a hand on my shoulder so I stop swimming and we stand up in water that comes up to our nipples. He gets behind me and I feel the head of his cock being pushed in my still slightly opened anus. He feeds his soft cock in another inch or two, then hugs me around the chest with his lips on my ear, "Let's see if it bones-up, Dylan. It sure feels good," and he drops a hand to get my cock in his fist, then he strokes it. This kid may be more sex crazed than me. It feels good having two inches of his cock in my ass, and having my soft cock stroked feels good too, plus I like his chest against my back and the side of his face against mine. My cock is beginning to firm up a little and I shouldn't be surprised at that considering the sexual stimulation I'm getting in my ass and on my cock, and with Danny up against me. I relax and casually rub the side of my cheek against Danny's. He quietly says, "My cock's getting hard and so is yours, a little." I turn my head and we awkwardly kiss on the lips, then our tongues come out to lick together. Danny moves his head and puts his squishy tongue in my ear and that gives me a squirmy feeling in my whole body and, as my cock firms up more. I feel his hardening cock going further up my ass and a quiet moan, "Mmmm," slip out of my throat as Danny lets go of my cock and grips my hips with both hands to withdraw his cock and push it back up. I go, "Ooooh, mmm." It feels like water is in my rectum as Danny begins a steady fucking. When his hips have a nice rhythm going he gets his arms around my belly and tightly holds be against him and his hips do the rest. The side of his face stays against my cheek and I can hear him grunting with each drive up my ass, "Un, un, un, un, ooh, un, un." The water's shimmering around us disturbed by Danny's hip movement. I'm soon stroking my new boner, moaning with each thrust, "Ahh, ahh, ahh" then "Mmmmm," as the sensations in my ass tingle and vibrate with sexual pleasure, and then Danny squeezes me tighter to him. It almost seems that we're one as my eyes close to further concentrate on what's goings on in my ass. Danny has awesome stamina and an eighteen year old's penis so we're having an awesome ocean fuck that goes on for, I don't know how long, but it can't go on long enough to suit me. We've been fucking long enough that it seems we're in a different universe, just us two attached together and fucking forever, and then Danny begins groaning and picking up the pace. Then it's a hard slam up my ass and he holds it there going, "Mmmm, hmmmm," breathing heavily through his nose, and I assume climaxing. The thought of that gets my back arching and I go, "Ahhh," my hips thrust forward and I have another orgasm. Maybe it was a phantom one, but I don't thing so. I'm almost positive the Atlantic ocean now contains my sperm. I gasp for air as Danny slows his thrusting and then stops completely. He takes some big breaths, then chuckles, saying, "My cock is so sore I can't fuckin' believe it. It's feels as sore as it always used to be when I was thirteen and fourteen from all the jerking off I did back then." He grunts, "Holy shit," as he pulls his cock from my ass, muttering, "Ooow, ooh, ow." Water seems to flow up my opened anus, feeling weird. One last big inhale from Danny, then, "Well, we both have fucked successfully in the ocean now, Dylan.. haha, that was awesome! You're awesome too. Where do you live?" We start wading in to the beach. I go, "Massachusetts, how about you?" He says, "Upstate New York. Wish we lived in the same town, or at least the same state. Holy shit we'd be fucking all the time. Haha, maybe it's good we don't 'cause my dick would be sore every day." Back on the beach we pick up our wet clothes, and Danny says, "Shit, I hate the thought of putting these shorts on, but what choice do we have?" I look at my watch, "It's almost one o'clock and we're still down from the boardwalk, so it's unlikely anyone's around. Lets walk to the street," as I point a hundred yards up from the ocean, "And see if we get lucky, anything would be a better option than putting on these wet sandy clothes. It's a long shot, but what do we have to lose?" The temperature gets warmer the further we walk away from the ocean so we're drying in the air and it's not unpleasant at all. As we walk I realize Danny's cock isn't the only participant body part in that fuck that's sore. I mutter, "You did a number on my ass, Danny, so your dick isn't the only thing that's sore." He puts his arm across my shoulders and sincerely says, "I'm sorry I hurt your ass, but dude, this is the first anal fucking I've done in six weeks. Your ass just about saved my life." I'm looking at his face thinking, this kid is seriously cute! The volume of cute guys in Wildwood seems down this year, but I'm managing to connect with a few of them. I tell him, "Damn, you're cute, Danny. Glad I could save your life," and I sing a few words of 'The Frey' song, 'How To Save A Life', but that brings back unpleasant memories of my early days in Key West so I stop singing. At the empty parking lot we can see duplexes across the street. I ask, "Do you see what I see?" Danny goes, "If you're referring to the towels hanging on that clothes line, yep I do." Holding our wet clothes in front of our junk we run across the street giggling like ten year olds. We're both looking all around because we can hear voices, probably some people on their deck drinking booze, which is one the the popular things to do on vacation. The voices don't sound nearby though, so we feel it's worth the chance and go over to where the towels are hanging in the air.The clothes lines are between two duplexes, neither of which have any lights on, after all it is one o'clock in the morning. Down further there are more than towels hanging on the line. Jeez, I hate stealing someone's clothes so I say, "There's some t-shirts, Danny, and they're our size too. Lets hang our wet t-shirts as a replacement for theirs. He nods his head an chooses a white t-shirt that has, 'OCEAN CITY' in blue lettering on the front. I take the maroon one with 'CAPE COD' written in gray letters on the front, as I'm mumbling, "These people get around." We replace the t-shirts with our own. No shorts on the line, but there are dry bathing suits, a baggy pair and a little Speedo one. I grab the baggy one as Danny mutters, "Shit," and pulls on the speedo that outlines his cock and balls. "This hurts my dick, Dylan, please switch with me." I take pity on him and we get out of the bathing suits we're wearing and switch. I go, "Damn this feels good, I think I'll wear this Speedo tomorrow to the water park." He asks, "Which one ya going to?" and I tell him, "Raging Waters." He's like, "If I can switch shifts with someone I'll meet you there." I say "That'd be great. Don't forget to take everything out of your shorts and we'll leaves our wet ones for the bathing suits and throw in our underwear as a bonus." He's going through his pockets, chuckling, "They're gonna shit in the morning coming for their clothes wondering what the fuck?" My wallet and money are soaking wet and my cigarettes are ruined. I take out the picture of Chubby's and my dad that I have wrapped in plastic Saran Wrap luckily and it's dry and safe. And fortunately I only carry fifty bucks on me and these wet bills will eventually dry out. When I get to the house I'll grab fifty fresh dollars from the rest of my money and let this dry out. Our feet are in wet sandals, but other than that we have dry clothes to wear for the long walk back. We walk back on sidewalks because it's easier going then walking in sand. Danny never runs out of things to talk about and some of the stuff he says is funny, although half of it he doesn't intend to be funny, but it is anyway. He's sort of naively sweet in his view of the world, but I can tell he's a good kid. Like me, he's oversexed and talks a lot about it, but I get the impression he doesn't actually do a lot of sex. We reach the boardwalk which is strangely quiet now. Walking along glancing at all the closed shops, we pass 'Grant's Boardwalk Grill' and I say, "Ah, the nefarious restaurant," and Danny says, "Actually nothing nefarious happens in there, it's the place we all live where the trouble occurs." To pass the time Danny's got a joke: "The boss of a department store has been ordered to lay off an employee and the two newest employees are Debra and Jack, but they're both good workers and he can't decide who to lay off, so he's going to lay off which ever one goes to the water cooler first in the morning. Next morning Debra has a wicked hangover and goes to the cooler to take an aspiring. The boss comes over and says, 'Debra, I've never done this before, but I'm going to lay you or Jack off this morning.' She says, Please, jack-off, I've got a terrible headache." I go, "And what'd the boss say?" He laughs, "Oh, you didn't like that one, huh. Here's another.... An old man and his wife are in bed and the old guy cuts a wicked fart that puffs up the sheet. The wife rolls over and asks what that noise was? The man says that was a touchdown and the score is seven to nothing. A few minutes later the old lady lets one go and says, touchdown, tie score. The old man cuts another nasty fart, muttering, touchdown and I'm leading by seven. The wife's got some gas of her own so she lets another long rumbling fart out yelling, touchdown, tie score." I interrupt to ask Danny, "Does this joke have a punch line?" He chuckles, and says, "I'm getting to it... The old guy's straining to get another fart out, but without any luck. He wants to win the farting game so he really bares down and shits the bed instead of farting. As the smell rising his wife asks what the hell was that and the old guy says, it's half time, switch sides." I go, "Don't you dare tell another so-called joke, I'm allergic to corn and those jokes are too corny for words." He rubs my head, saying, "I wish you could be my boyfriend," and I mutter, "Yeah, I hear that all the time." We're finally at the street where Danny lives so we kiss goodbye, and Danny says, "I'll look for you either at the water park in the afternoon or on the boardwalk at night." I grab him for another kiss and for one more smell of his sexy scent. As he's walking down the ramp I yell, "Take care of that awesome dick of yours." He waves and laughs, then I jog five blocks further along the boardwalk passing a group of teenagers who are drinking from a bottle in a paper bag. One of them yells, "Nice swimsuit from the fucking nineteen-nineties, asshole," I'd yell something back at that leather-lung, four-eyed goon, something clever like, 'Go fuck yourself', except who needs the hassle of dealing with five drunk teenagers at one-thirty in the morning? Out of breath, back at the duplex I let myself in and go right to the bathroom for a much needed shower. My rectum's still sore, but I know from experience with past sore rectums that it'll be fine by tomorrow. As the shower water comes up to temperature I brush my teeth and gargle, spitting out the last of the sand. Under the shower spray I scrub the sand out from under my fingernails with a little brush designed for that purpose, then shampoo my hair thinking about Sonny's awesome way of giving me haircuts... I gotta experience that again. The kid's a natural, sort of a savant with scissors and comb. Most of Danny's cum has drooled out of my ass by now and the ocean water helped with that a lot, but there's some cum dried on my buttock. Cleaning my ass is the last thing I do in a shower however. When I've worked up a lot of sudsy bath gel on a clean washcloth I start by washing my face, then my back and front, then my arms and underarms, then my legs, and my privates are next, and finally my ass. Ah, clean of body and spirit at last, well I'm not positive about the spirit part because I don't know what the fuck that means. Rinsed and dried, I tip toe into the bedroom, check out my sleeping brother and, ahh, what a angel... haha, well, maybe not an angel, but he's sure cute. After putting on boxer shorts I slip under the covers and gently get Chubby positioned properly, which means, in my arms, and then with his most familiar personal scent in my head I fall quickly asleep. As far as I know I don't dream. I'm rudely awaken at ten o'clock in the morning by Chubby, who's standing next to the bed in his underwear, saying, a little too loudly, "Come on, brother, we want to get our money's worth at the water park. It's another awesome day out there so lets make the most of it." I go, "Just another half hour," and he pulls the covers off me, muttering, "Get your ass out of bed, sleepy head." He pulls on my arm with me getting my hand around his forearm pulling him on top of me and we wrestle in the bed giggling like little kids with our arms and legs gripping each other until Chubby gets me in a head lock, the sides of our faces together. His body feels so awesome, small but every part in proportion, and I love the way he smells although I can't describe the scent other than to say, 'He smells like Chubby'. He asks, "Do ya give up?" and I say, "No, I want to stay like this until noon." He lets go of me, muttering, "I win anyway, now get up." I hop out of bed, saying, "Lets wrestle some more," but Chubby just chuckles mumbling, "You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Wrestling with a teenager is a treat for you old guys?" I pull on shorts as I tell him, "Tomorrow the hammer falls on you too, Chubby, and you can kiss the teen years goodbye, but with my twenty year old experience I'll help you get through the trauma although it is a bit of a shock to the system. We're tweeners again... not teens and not legal age for the bar scene either." We make coffee and drink it on the deck smoking a Marlboro light. Chubby asks what I did last night and I tell him an abbreviated, altered version of meeting Danny, reminding Chubby that Danny's the kid from the restaurant we had lunch at earlier in the week. I go, "So, your phone call to the cops got action, but because the old fart pays the kids they won't tell on him." Chubby frowns, "Do those nuts know they're basically acting like low level prostitutes?" I go, "I hadn't thought of that. Anyway we tried to help them, but they're all eighteen so what can you do? They've made their bed sorta." He says, "Anyway, like I thought, you weren't alone for long last night." He thinks for a second and mutters, "The old bastard in the restaurant is still a pervert for taking advantage of those boys and I'd like to do something more." Un oh, he's thinking back to the days of the window washer boys with those perverts Ricky and his father. Chubby might do something rash so I change the subject. "Um, this is a new water park we're going to, but what do we actually know about it?" Chubby goes, "I've been at their website," and he tells me about it as we finish our coffees. I learn the water park is on one of Morey's Piers, whoever Morey is. There's a pool of course, this one has a big fountain in the middle of it spraying you with water. One of the features at the park is a thousand foot adventure river ride where each person rides in a round tube like an old inter tube. Waterfalls drop on you along the way and there's twists and turns and other things to make it interesting. The water in the fake river is only four feet deep, but that's deep enough to drown in if your only four feet tall and can't swim. The park has what's called a Wreckers Grill for lunch and of course there's lots of rides on the pier, kiddie rides all the way up to scary thrill rides, but mostly we want to experience the water park part and go down the long tubes from high up that eventually dump you in deep water. A Jacuzzi is available of course, but I don't like being in such tight quarters with total strangers. If they had a Jacuzzi just for guys twenty and under I night be more inclined to get into that. There's also long, steep slides that deposit you in the deep water with a lot of speed that you build up coming down the slide. Naturally water is constantly running down the tubes and slides to assist you in building up speed. You can go down on your back like most people do, or like Chubby and me will do it, go down head first on your stomach. The trick is not to land on the person in the water who came down just before you, but hasn't cleared out of the way by the time you're dumped out of the slide into a ten foot drop to the water below. This water park is a change from the ocean to be sure, but we prefer the beach and the ocean. This is just for today and we might hit the beach later if we get tired of the water park. Time to get our bathing suits on so I step out of my shorts and boxer shorts and put on the minimalistic stolen Speedo swimsuit. Chubby's like, "What the fuck is that?" I tell him that Danny and I got crazy last night and went for a swim in our clothes so we stole clean dry clothes from a clothesline and left our stuff in return. I don't even know if that qualifies for a little white lie because there's a lot of truth in it, but I'll assign it number 6048 anyway. Chubby laughs, and says, "Well, you're not gonna actually wear it today are you?" I go, "Sure, why not," he chuckles, "Yeah, okay, it'll be good for some laughs." Hey, this Speedo feels good around my private parts, nice and snug... it's awesome and I wish these little Speedos would come back in fasion and replace the boardies. Dodger always wore a Speedo when swimming and I wore one of his the first time I met him although it was smaller than this one and really squished my junk together. What the hell, I'll put on the stolen 'CAPE COD' t-shirt too. We walk to the boardwalk for breakfast and as I pass 'Grant's Boardwalk Grill' I see Danny at the front of the restaurant working the grill alongside a very average looking kid who's cooking hash brown potatoes. Danny looks like he knows what he's doing make breakfast sandwiches of fried egg, Canadian bacon, and cheese on toast. I ask Chubby, "You wanna get one of those breakfast sandwiches?" He goes, "I'm not putting money in Grant-the-pervert's pocket. I hate that slimy bastard." I drop the subject because Chubby's getting worked-up again. I clear my throat loudly, but Danny is concentrating on his grille work and doesn't look up. He sure is cute though with that serious expression on his face. Obviously he couldn't get anyone to switch shifts with him so I'll probably see him tonight. I wanted to give him a laugh if he'd just look up and see me in these stolen clothes, especially this speedo. He doesn't though, but my dick sort of firms up when I remember Danny had this Speedo on for a couple of minutes last night, or early this morning to be more accurate. I was so sexually satisfied last night it didn't occur to me my cock and balls are resting against the same material Danny's cock and balls rested against. Yeah, and the owner of this speedo had his junk resting in here too. I sure hope the Speedo's owner is cute. Damn, it is so sexy wearing someone else's Speedo, jockstrap, or underwear. "What are you thinking about, Dylan?" Chubby asks, and I'm like, "Huh? Um, oh, I'm thinking about breakfast, what else." He chuckles, mumbling, "No you weren't." We get breakfast sandwiches two blocks down the boardwalk although that don't look nearly as good as Danny's, but it's still a good sandwich. We eat it walking towards Morey's Pier. He has a number of piers, but we want the one with the water park. As we walk Chubby's telling me about Jen and how loose she is, sexually loose. He says, "I'd go broke buying condoms if she lived around us. Ya know Dylan, this is the perfect set-up for you to experiment with a little hetero sex with a girl." I go, "With Jen?" and he says, "No, not with, Jen, ya nut. With her twin sister. She's just as loose as Jen and she's got a thing for you." I ask, "Will you lend me a condom?" He laughs, "You won't do it," and I say, "Without a free condom I won't do it, that's for damn sure. Maybe Julie will buy one for me, two would be better. I think I'd want to wear two at a time, ya know, just so nothing from her vagina gets on my dick." He's laughing, as I try not to hurl up my breakfast sandwich at the very thought of screwing Julie. I kinda like her actually, but not to have sex with. It's not so odd I don't want to do that because how anxious would a straight kid be about sticking his dick up my ass. Hmmm, probably more anxious than I think. Or not, I don't know. I am noticing more attractive guys on the boardwalk this morning, and as we stand in line for an ice cold fresh watermelon drink, I notice the guy in front of me is primo. Pretty blond hair cut in a longish burr haircut and the kids got nice shoulders, like a swimmer. His bubble butt ass is six inches from the crotch of my speedo and he's got awesome legs, nicely tanned with wispy, curly blond hairs on his calves that look sexy. I saw his face when he turned to talk to someone who I hope is his sister, but probably is his girlfriend. She's cute too, but he's cuter with impish facial features and pale blond, half inch whiskers spottily on his cheeks, upper lip, and chin. I'd love to feel them because they look as soft as the hair on his head. He smells like he's been sun bathing. Jeez, he's really choice! Thin waist and flat stomach. He gets a drink for him and his sister and turns to walk away, but I'm clumsily in his way so we collide. Nothing serious although I do manage to rub the side of my face against his and get a good feel of his whiskers which weren't as soft as they look, but they're plenty sexy just the same. He's polite, smiling and saying, "Sorry, my fault," and I do my world famous misidentification bit. I go, "No, dude, it's my fault. Hey, are you Josh Hamilton's brother? I went to school with him and you're a spiting image of him." He asks, "Where'd ya go to school?" I hate when they turn the tables on me, but I gotta finish, so I make up a school, "St. John's prep." The kid says, "Huh, what's your name?" I mutter, "Frank Converse," and he says, "I'll tell him you said hello," and he's grinning, then puts his arm around his sister's waist and walks off chuckling. What an asshole he turned out to be! Heh heh. Chubby's laughing out loud, then he says, "You can't win 'em all, Dylan, and you win more than your share anyway." I mutter, "I can't stand smart asses like that, pretending he has a brother that went to prep school with me... of all the fucking nerve." Chubby laughs some more while giving me a shoulder hug, then pays for our watermelon drinks. Man, these things are delicious! We're done our drinks a block from the water park and we dump the cups in a trash container. As we're approaching the water park I see ahead of us this football player size guy, probably a senior in high school. He appears intent on the mean, 'making the old make people get out of his way', trick by purposely walking directly at someone smaller than him so the smaller person has to jump out of his way or be bulled over. It's a bully game for real asshole allowing them to humiliate people smaller than them. I've seen it done to senior citizens walking the boards at night, and I just hate that. Anyway I see this big goof coming right at Chubby. Naturally there's a friend with the bully to act as the bully's audience and usually there's more than one. This kind of crap is done mostly at night when the boardwalk's more crowded. When the football player is three feet away from Chubby and walking fast, I step in front of Chubby and bend over like I'm picking up something off the planks of the boardwalk. Chubby jumps sideways and the guy goes over my back smoothly for an ass over tea kettle landing with a satisfying thump as he sprawls, then slides with his bare knees scraping on the boardwalk. His friend, being a prick also, is laughing his ass off, as I ask, "What the hell? Didn't ya see me?" The big dummy on the boardwalk is wailing, "My fuckin' knees!" Ah, both knees are bleeding, but the best past is there's a three inch sliver of boardwalk embedded under the skin of his right knee and it's probably under a number of layers. Ya know, some parts of the boardwalk have aging boards with these big sharp splinters which is why it's against the law to be barefoot on the boardwalk.The guy's in pain just sitting there biting his lip and holding his knees up near his chest. Well, he's accomplished his mission of getting people to move out of his way because they need to walk around him now. I glance over my shoulder at him as his friends calling him a big baby. The big baby yells, "Look at this splinter! it's three inches long embedded under my skin!" Ah, that's a shame. He's not paying attention to me as Chubby and I disappear in the crowds. Chubby asks, "Was that one of those get-out-of-my-way horseshit deals?" I go, "Yep, he would have flattened you if I hadn't saved your ass." Chubby goes, "Why didn't you just tells me he was coming? I was looking at that babe to my left with her boobs hanging out of her top." I go, "No time, I had to jump into action to protect my little brother." He goes, "I'm only a teen, you know?" I chuckle, "Yeah, for one more day." After getting basically robbed by the admission charge, we're inside the water park and it's immediately clear that this might not have been the best idea we've ever had because it's very crowded and there are seemingly hundreds of little rug rats running around giggling. Boys and girls seven or eight and younger. Chubby says, "This is the kiddie section, we need to negotiate these little kids and get to the locker room to drop off our sandals, wallets, and t-shirts." I say, "Look at my swimsuit, where do you think my wallet is?" He says, "Back at the house would be my best guess," and I mutter, "We got a bingo here." My money's folded up in the little pocket inside the waistband of the Speedo. We pay for a locker and stick our stuff in it, then Chubby puts the key in one of the many pockets on his boardie swimsuit. After peeing, we take a dip in the pool to cool off from the hike getting here. I see this thin kid with a distinctive look to him in the pool, he's at the side with his back to the wall and his elbows on the rim of the pool. He reminds me of the French kid I saw in Key West, the one who ate his boogies. The French kid was beautiful, this skinny kid is not, but he has the same regal bearing. His long dark brown hair is combed straight back on his head. Perfect hairline right straight across his forehead. He's thin, just this side of skinny, but tall too so that tends to make a person look thiner. A swarthy complexion that's deeply tanned and I'm not sure why I'm even staring at him, but there's something extremely sexual about him, so that must be what's attracted my attention. Chubby's swimming a few laps, and this pool is big, so it'll take him awhile. I'm running my hand over my head when the regal kid glances over and catches me staring at him. He furrows his eyebrows and glares at me hard, his mouth is sort of sneering so I drop eye contact thinking, 'He looks like trouble.' I swim around trying not to look at the sneering kid, wondering why I'm striking out today. The blond kid at the watermelon stand and now the sneerer. I swim a bit and run into Chubby as he's finishing his lap, on his way back, so I say, "Lets try that river ride," and he's like, "Sure, we'll see what that's all about." What it's all about is you get in a round tube that's open in the center and let the drifting water of the fake river take you through waterfalls and past other sights that are suppose to be interesting, but are actually lame. It's relaxing I suppose, but boring too and the so-called river is packed, side to side, front to back, with people in these tubes. Our tubes literally touching all around. Chubby rolls his eyes and makes a face at me, but all I can do is shrug because it's impossible to control where we're going, you just go with the flow. The ebb and flow, plus contact with other tubes, separates Chubby and me. That's no big deal, but it's also separating six year old girls from mommies so there's a lot of crying and screaming. Forget that 'relaxing' remark I mentioned earlier. A thousand feet never seemed so long, but the end is eventually reached and we get out as a group, some more agile than others so it's a bit of a pain in the ass. When I find Chubby he dead-pans, "Is it too late to get our money back, do ya think?" I go, "Stay optimistic, dude. Lets try the other tube." We walk over to this plastic tunnel high in the air that loops around and around, all the time getting lower, so you slide down in the water that runs through the tube and natural gravity accelerates your speed and eventually you get dumped out in a deep pool of water trying to avoid the guy in the pool who got dumped out just before you. I'm worried about claustrophobia too because the tube isn't that wide or high and it's a three minutes ride from beginning to end, entirely enclosed. That seems a lot of time to be enclosed in a tight inescapable plastic tube with someone coming down right behind you. Claustrophobia is a weird trick of your brain that most don't notice, but for those of us who have it, it can be terrifying. That being said, no way am I not going in the fucking tube. I'd rather be terrified than called a pussy by my brother. Young kids are too dumb to be scared as I watch them zipping out of the tube giggling and having a grand old time, so that's just one more reason there's no way I'll chicken out. We need to go up many steps to get to the tube entrance, quite a ways above the crowds below, and then we wait our turn. As we wait Chubby gets into a conversation with those around us. That's something he always does. For me, if it's not someone cute, I don't talk to anyone unless they talk to me first, and then it's as brief an exchange as possible. Not Chubby, by the end of our ten minute wait he's friends with a half dozen people around us from older adults to ten year old girls. They're laughing and exchanging quips calling each other by name. I'm in front of Chubby so when I'm next to enter this small tube, the size of which an overweight person would get stuck in it, Chubby says, "Go head first, Dylan, like that little kid ahead of you just did." Many of us have secret terrors we must battle, but peer pressure is a powerful thing, especially from someone you do not want to lose face in front of, and Chubby's number one on that list. I go, "Of course we're going down head first," and he says, "Um, well do it, you're holding up the line." I gulp, then dive into the tunnel and get going much faster then I expected. The first bend that's approaching quickly appears in my head as a dead end and my mind freezes up. There's no going back, all I can do is close my eyes and count in my head pretending I'm anywhere but in this fucking little tube. My balls and dick shrink to the size of the ten year old boy's dick and nuts in front of me. He's laughing and calling out to his brother who went just before him. What seems to me to be about an hour later I hear a splash and open my eyes seeing daylight ahead and then I'm out in space with the pool water seemingly rushing up at me, then I'm in the water bumping into the ten year old kid who went before me. He gets disoriented and start flailing in the water five feet under. I grab his arm and pull him with me to the surface. He's not laughing now. He's crying as he doggie paddles to his older brother at the edge of the pool. He gets a hug and reassurance he's alright. Hmmm, there's probably a message somewhere in this experience I've just had, but I'll be damned if I know what it is. Chubby bobs up in the water grinning, "Let's do it again, Dylan!" Oh shit! We do it again and at least this time I don't run into anyone in the pool. Then we go over to the steep, curvy slide that has a higher entrance than the tube's starting point. It'll be a faster ride down, but without being enclosed I expect to actually enjoy the ride. I get flying down the curving slide going faster than a bat out of hell and really hit the water hard in a belly flop, so it wasn't entirely enjoyable. The thrill rides at amusement parks are better, and you don't wind-up in fifteen feet of water at the end. We do this self-inflicted torture four times before Chubby's willing to take a break. We need to wait in line every time we do it so by the time we're done it almost one o'clock and we need some lunch. After drying off, chubby says, "You were right to stay positive, Dylan. After the river thing I thought this was going to suck, but it's turned out awesome." I'm thinking he was right initially, not me, but say, "Yeah, but I wish the slide was longer." Right there folks, is my little white lie number, 6049. We get barbecued chicken, french fries, and a Coke for lunch and share a picnic table with strangers. One of the strangers is that sexy looking tall kid who I had the losing staring contest with in the pool when we first got here. He's with a smaller version of him, so it's undoubtedly his younger brother. Chubby quickly discovers the younger brother's name is Fabio Patel and the older one, who keeps staring at me, is Adriano Patel. They're on vacation with their parents from Milan, Italy, and they speak with a pronounced accent. Adriano is not talkative, acting very macho although that's a bit contradicted when he kisses his brother. Neither seem to be embarrassed by this. It's not a passionate kiss, just an casual brotherly show of affection. I'm fascinated by Adriano and want him to kiss me. Fabio is sixteen and quite a hunk himself, but his brother has a smoldering sexuality that probably is only detected fully by a gay person such as myself. Also at our picnic table are a married couple on family vacation from Canada with their two teenage girls who seem very interested in Fabio. Good for them, but I find I'm interested in Adriano, who might be equally interested in me, but it's hard to tell. He's the tall silent type, not cute like I said, but distinctive looking with maybe a little dangerous overtone exuding from him. He's at least my age and maybe a year or two older, but no more then that and he appears totally bored with everything except me. Fabio talks with his hands and with an amazing number of facial expressions. He talks about seemingly innocuous topics with passion. He ends almost everything he says with,"No?" For example, "Jeffrey, you are going on the high slide again, no?" I also notice he uses, "Eh" a lot when he says anything, almost like a filler remark he just throws in. He doesn't seem to ever pronounce the letter 'h' and so when he says, "Three" it sounds like "Tree", but I love his voice and accent. Adriano speaks to his brother in Italian and they smile at whatever he said, both looking at me. That's so rude, but I stare back at them as Chubby chats with the parents from Canada. Fabio is especially anxious to impress the Canadian girls about something that sounds like, 'Piazza del Duomo'. The girls smile a lot, but probably have no more of a clue what he said than I do. When I get up to dump my plate of chicken bones in the trash Adriano follows me, and at the trash barrel, he says in a surprisingly pleasant, but stern, accented voice, "You need to go to the locker room to take a pisciare, ora, no?" I go, "Huh?" and he says, "Piss, take a piss right now, and I do too." He puts his hand on my shoulder and adds, "You and me must cazzo, Dylan!" To be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax-deductible donation to Nifty, a nonprofit organization, to help with the expenses of maintaining this huge story site that offers something for everyone. Thank you.