Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 14:55:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Roth Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 65 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 65 by Donny Mumford Junior and I are back on the beach sitting in Chubby's and my beach chairs commenting on the people walking by and acting silly. I for one am feeling good and nicely sexually satisfied, but Junior is probably horny again. His sex drive makes mine seem modest. How about a three-way with hottie Ryan, Junior, and me? That'd be awesome! I think of Robby's and my sex together mostly as lover's sex anymore, and while that's my favorite kind of sex it's not necessarily always ashot as extemporaneous sex that just happens when two hotties explode with sexual heat and go at it like wild things. No love involved, of course, and very little commitment... it's sex for sex's sake pure and simple. I've got to somehow get my fill of that so I can eventually settle down with Robby, but the time's just not right. We both know it's not too, so we're cool. Chubby walks across the sand and rejoins us. He just finished the volley ball game he had with Jen's crowd. As soon as I get up to greet Chubby with a fist bump, Junior, the muppet, giggling, leaves Chubby's beach chair and sits in mine. Chubby sits down in his chair and as the muppet grins at me from my chair, I give him an exasperated look, then plop down on my beach blanket. Chubby goes, "It's hard to believe this is our last day on the beach." I shrug, "It went by awfully fast, I agree, but we're on the beach now and we should enjoy that. Live in the moment, dear brother, and don't fret about tomorrow until tomorrow." Chubby mutters, "Words to live by," and Junior says, "I'll probably cry when you leave, Dylan. I'll miss you too, Chubby, but probably not cry over it. I'll be here all next week too, and it's going to seem lonely and boring for me without Dylan." Hmmm, maybe I should introduce Danny and Junior. I'll think about that before I do anything rash. Danny might be too rough for the muppet, and I don't know why I'm all of a sudden referring to junior as 'muppet'. It just fits somehow. Actually, I'd like to pack Junior in my suitcase and bring him home with me. Chubby wants a swim to cool off after playing volley ball so the three of us head for the ocean and stay in it for quite awhile swimming, body surfing, and messing around with each other. Junior and me are doing a lot of goosing, front and rear goosing to be specific. I'm not doing it with Chubby because he might think it's a continuation of our slightly gay activity last night. Experience has shown me it's not a good idea, as far as Chubby's psyche goes, to discuss or suggest anything slightly gay the next day. He's talking up a chick at the moment anyway. She's got a pretty face, but her boobs are a bit conservative, size-wise, so I'm surprised Chubby's interested. What's the fascination guys have with those mushy mammary glands anyway? Okay, now Junior's got his hand inside my bathing suit and he's got a fistful of my nuts. "Junior, you muppet, don't do anything you'll be sorry for." He goes, "Give me a kiss or I'll squeeze some nut juice out of your balls." I'm like, "Not here, Junior," and he's like, "Why the hell not? We don't know these people." He tightens his hold on my scrotum, and I go, "One of your relatives might see us. Use your head, for God sakes!" He's giggling again, looking freakin' cute as hell, "I don't care if they see you kiss me. I promise to let go of your balls after one kiss from you." I shake my head, then ask, "How can you be so uninhibited? What the fuck's wrong with you?" He frowns, "Don't be mean, Dylan, that's not like you." He pulls on my scrotum as he wades in the ocean and I naturally follow, saying, "I'm not being mean, you've got me by my balls. Am I suppose to like it?" He says, "Yes, and you do like it too. Give the muppet a kiss." I get my arm around his shoulders like I'm going to get him in a headlock and do a fast kiss on his lips." True to his words he lets go of my balls, and after grasping my cock for a second, he pulls his hand out, mumbling, "Good, you did what I told you. See, I'm training you to be my boy, my personal sex toy." He's kidding, but hearing that makes my dick feel funny. It's a silly fantasy, but being bossed around by muppet boy would be some good sexy fun alright, except I don't think he can pull it off like Sonny. Just to entertain myself I ask him, "Can you give awesome haircuts with just scissors and comb?" He chuckles, "Why, do you want me to give you a haircut?" Again he's kidding, but again my dick stirs in my swim trunks. He runs his fingers through my hair, muttering, "You have pretty hair, ya know. You should let it grow more." Yeah, I should although various boyfriends of mine have been cutting my hair the way they want it for like two or three years now. Willie didn't cut it, but he took me to the barbers and, like I was seven years old, told the barber how he wanted my hair cut, so it's almost the same thing. After goosing my ass again, Sonny swims away and I go after him trying to get ahold of his nuts, but he's as allusive as an eel. I finally catch him and get my arm around the front of his neck pulling his back against my chest. The top of his hot butt reaches the bottom of my nuts and his body pressing against mine gets me a little horny. He leans back against me, not struggling at all. He says, "Can we do it again, Dylan? Please." Damn, just a little while ago I said I was sexually satisfied, but now I'm not. It's Junior, he gets me aroused. My arm is around his neck and my other arm goes around his waist pulling him tightly against me as I lean my head down to kiss the side of his face, then his neck just under his jaw. His body seems so hot to me. I rub my nose through his hair and just love how he smells. Damn, I wish he lived closer to me. Junior's similar, facially, to both Ryan and Sonny, plus his own special appeal, like the boyish way he smells and acts, and his unabashed crush on me, make him pretty much irresistible. I can see why Robby fell for Ryan because the way Junior acts toward me is how Ryan was towards Robby initially. I ask Junior, "Can you think of an excuse we could use to leave the beach yet again? One where Chubby won't want to joins us." He asks, "So you will do it again with me?" I say, "Yes, if we can think of something believable that we need to leave the beach for." He mumbles, "I love being held like this by you. I've got a roaring boner poking painfully against my swimsuit." I kiss him again pretending I'm a vampire biting his throat and realize I have a boner too. Mine is sideways in my trunks though, not poking straight out like Junior said his is. Dragging my hand down his belly I feel his boner and it indeed is poking out the front of his boardie swimwear. My hand easily goes past his slim hips inside the waistband of his swimsuit. I pull his swimsuit down below his balls and feel his bare ass against my leg, with my boner aganist the small of his back. I stroke his short boner using two fingers and my thumb as Junior moans quietly. The water's up to his chest so I can stroke his cock unseen. This part of the Atlantic ocean isn't clear like the water in Key West. It has a dark appearance and I don't know why that is. Sonny begins squirming against me, but not trying to get away at all. His head lays back on my shoulder and soon I feel him begin humping his hips along with me stroking his hard cock. He's biting his bottom lip, grunting quietly. Then he pushes his back against my chest hard while humping his hips and he climaxes, gasping and moaning as his sperm joins the ocean waters, and then some more spunk follows. Junior's limp against me now, and as docile as a little kid sleeping in his parent's arms. Pulling his swimsuit up for him, I then let go of him, and mutter, "That should hold you for awhile, muppet." Yeah, for maybe twenty minutes, but now I'm randy as hell myself. Junior turns around clutching my body, the side of his forehead against the side of my jaw. "I love you, Dylan," he mutters almost too low to hear. I pat his back, saying almost as quietly, "It's only a passing crush, Junior, just like the one I have for you. We'll get over our crushes soon enough." Now I'm positive I'm not introducing Junior to Danny. He's a good kid, and about the same age as Junior, but too experienced for Junior and he might take advantage of him. Come to think of it, I don't know if it's possible to take advantage of Junior as he basically has an insatiable sexual appetite. Still, I'm not matching them up because Danny is as youthfully reckless as Junior is about sex and they might get caught doing it in broad daylight on the boardwalk. Chubby swims over, asking, "You two having fun? You gay guys have it made, you're playmates doubling as sex partners saving the time necessary when straight people are involved in those two activities." I go, "Junior and I have crushes on each other, Chubby," and Junior says, "Dylan has a crush on me, but I'm in love with him." Chubby laughs, "I'm jealous, nobody loves me and every gay boy within six states is in loves with my brother." I mutter, "It's my winning personality." Damn, I could hug with this kid all day, but everything eventually must come to an end so we three go back to body surfing and when tired of that we ride a wave into shore, then wander up the beach to our chairs. When we're close, Junior runs to beat me to my beach chair. I walk up, much too mature to race him to the chair. When I get there, I say, "You didn't need to run, muppet, I intended laying on the beach towel anyway." As soon as I lay down, Junior hops up out of the chair and flops down next to me as I chuckle while jumping up and reclaiming my chair, shouting, "Sucker!" Mature, my ass. Junior pouts, and how immature is that? I say, "If you want an effective pout, muppet, frown more and get that half grin off your lips." Chubby says, "Dylan could give a full lecture about pouting properly, Junior, so listen to his constructive pouting criticism." A full grin breaks out on Junior's face, as he says, "I'll just sit on your lap, Dylan." It's not always easy being worshipped. He sits on my lap and I try calling his bluff by putting my arms around him like he's a five year old, but mister uninhibited nestles in against me, laying his head back on my shoulder, mumbling, "Oh man, this is so sweet." Chubby laughs, "Jesus, you two put on a hell of a show. You keep showing Dylan how wonderful you think he is you're gonna give him a swollen head, Junior." Junior says, "I hope so," and Chubby mutters, "His other head, Junior." Junior chuckles and wiggles his ass on my lap. I glance down to where his relative are sitting, but they're not paying us any attention. Junior says, "Um, I'm starting to feel like I need to go to the bathroom." Chubby mutters, "Take a pee in the ocean." Junior shakes his head, "Un uh, it's number two I need to do." I mutter, "Well go to your place and take a crap then. We'll be here when you get back, and don't forget to wash your hands after wiping your ass. Can you wipe your ass all by yourself?" He says, "Yes, I'm a big boy now," then he asks, "Can I use your bathroom? Our place is a block and a half further away and I don't know if I'll make it." Hmmm, this may be a ruse to get the muppet boy and me in the duplex alone again and I'm up for that. I feign irritation, "Oh fer chrissakes, Junior, you're more trouble than a toddler on the beach." He goes, "Please," and Chubby's like, "He's your playmate, bro, so, ya know..." I mutter, "Oh, alright. Get off my lap, Junior, and I'll come with you to let you in." Chubby's like, "Yeah, we wouldn't want Junior nosing around in our stuff, would we? Just give him the damn key, Dylan." I go, "Nah, I'll feel better knowing he's not getting into any mischief. Kids need adult supervision." Junior's standing now so I get up, and sounding resigned, mumble, "Okay, Junior, lets get this over with." Chubby asks, "Could ya bring back some cold drinks, bro? I'm really thirsty." I say, "Definitely, Chubby. We won't be long." As we walk up the beach I wonder if Chubby suspects what Junior and I are up to. If he did though, he'd have made some kind of wisecrack and he didn't, so I don't think he suspects. Maybe Chubby's not as sex obsessed as guys like Junior and me are. Jeez, that's a hard concept to wrap my head around. Who wouldn't want as much sex as they can get? I gotta admit though, most guys I talk to at college ,or on the job, are either lying, or they have very sparse sexual activity going for them. Hell, some claim they don't get any, or just one or two times in their whole life. Hard to imagine they're all lying, and it's hard to imagine them existing without a little sex in their lives too... what's that all about? Tapping his temple with his finger, Junior goes, "I'm a brain for coming up with my doo doo plan. I don't gotta go at all." I say, "I just jerked you off ten minutes ago, how the hell you going to get another boner up?" I just assume he wants to fuck me and not the other way around, and I'm good with that too. He says, "I'll have my boy suck my cock until I spring another boner, what else?" I'm like, "I thought you were going to be my boy toy. What happen to that plan?" He shrugs, "Um, it just seems to work for us better this way, don't ya think?" Yeah, I do, but I'm not telling him that. I go, "No, I'll fuck you," and he looks at me grinning, "Next time it's your turn. This time you're my boy toy. Ain't sex fun?" Well, yeah, but I yell, "Next time? You think we're going to be doing it again? I leave tomorrow at noon." Junior goes, "Yeah, I know, but you've got a crush on the muppet now so you'll make it work somehow." Maybe I will at that. My arm goes around his neck and I pull his head over and kiss him on the lips right in front of three girls walking towards the beach. I'm guessing they're all in their twenties. One goes, "Aww, how sweet, two cute gay boys in love," so I kiss Junior again, then say, "Jealous!" and she kisses her girlfriend and gropes her girlfriends tits as their tongues lick together. Junior yells, "Ewww, gross!" which makes me laugh. The girls, apparently lesbians, although I can't tell by looking at them, laugh too and continue on their way. I go, "How come you think two guys kissing is hot, but two girls kissing is gross, muppet?" He shrugs, "I don't know, it just is." Haha, I gotta laugh again, but I may have had his same reaction a few years ago too, but now I don't. Ain't that weird? Inside the duplex, the uninhibited muppet boy steps out of his flip flops and drops his boardie swimsuit to the floor, then plays with himself, muttering, "Ya gotta love the shaved look down here," and he stretches out his limp penis, saying, "Look at this bad boy now, Dylan. It looks longer without pubes all around it, doesn't it?" I make a face and shrug, then step out of my sandals and get as naked as Junior. "Come here, muppet, and give me some loving." He wraps his arms around me looking up in my face with his patented cute grin, his dimples blazing, "Kiss me, you hunk, you look sexy," he says, which makes me laugh. Only diminutive Junior would consider me a hunk. I flex my biceps, saying, "Look at this body! You're 'before' and I'm 'after'." He asks, "After what?" I go, "Body building of course," and for something new he sucks on my right nipple for a bit, then looks up, saying, "I always wanted to see if this would be sexy, and since I have my own boy toy now, I thought I'd see if it is." I go, "And?" he looks at me questioningly, so I make it specific, "Is it sexy?" He says, "Yeah, but sucking, licking, or kissing any part of your body would be sexy to me I think." I lift my arm, "Oh yeah, lick my armpit," and without any hesitation he does it. "Yep, that's sexy too," he says, grinning. Lots of grinning from Junior. Hmmm, that was a little bit sexy at that. Not something I've ever thought of doing, and I'm not thinking of doing it now either, but I can see how it'd be a submissive thing to do. I mean, I rim a guy's ass so why not his armpit. Hmmm, yeah, but it just doesn't appeal to me for some reason. We're all motivated differently, some only have a small differences of opinion of what's sexy, and others a whole lot of differences of opinions... a world of differences in some cases. He goes back to sucking my nipple, then exclaims, "I gave your nipple a boner!" I mumble, "Well give the other one a boner too, ya sex pot," and he does. When he's done my nipples stick out erect and I give Junior a big wet kiss on the lips, and then suck on his tongue which tends to get him very aroused. It does this time too as his short boner pokes my thigh with Junior squirming in my arms, making sounds like, "Un, un, ooh ooh, umm, mmmm," as his tongue's wiggling in my lips, his arms are around my neck and he's almost hanging on me. I'm really aroused by how aroused Junior gets. It's contagious arousal helped along greatly by his overall cuteness, scent, and constantly squirming body against mine. My boner is hard and up against my belly, the back of it rubs against his stomach as Junior's precum wets my leg. He pulls his head away from my sucking mouth, gasping for air with saliva running down his chin. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand he looks in my eyes, then leans down, pulls my boner away from my belly and sucks on the head with his tongue licking it. I run both hands over his head and then massage his narrow shoulders. My boner slips out of his mouth and wetly flops up against my belly again, sticky with Junior's saliva. He goes for my swinging nuts then, licking them with fast little licks, then long laps of his tongue from under my scrotum, up the front of it, and all the way up the underside of my boner, his tongue continuing all the way up to my belly button. Looking up at me again, he mutters, "You have amazing skin... it, um, smells so good," and he puts his face against my stomach and does a big inhale stroking his cock, going, "Mmmmm, oooh, mmmm, I love that smell. It's getting me so hot," then he smells my stomach again. A big drool of precum from my cock wets his cheek. He chuckles, wiping his cheek with a couple of fingers, then rubbing the precum between his fingers and thumb. "Jesus, Dylan, this is so amazing, it's like one of my fantasies come true, only better." Hugging his body against mine for a few seconds, then horny as all get out, I say, "Let's fuck," and he mumbles, "How 'bout I try that doggie way of fucking?" I go, "Your ass will be a little low for me with you on all fours." He says, "You know what I meant, you get on your hands and knees." He's too cute to resist, too sincere about it too, so I get on my knees and he shuffles right up behind me with his boner's at my asshole almost before my hands touch the floor. He humps his hips and drives his cock head, along with about half the shaft, up my ass, going, "Oooooh, umm, yeaaah" with breathless enthusiasm. Even a smaller cock like his creates a little havoc penetrating my ass initially, and especially without lube and only a little saliva, but only a minor hurt that's already a fleeting one. His hands are on my hips and he pulls me back onto his short cock and it feels damn good to me. Junior lays on my back gripping my shoulders, then takes his feet off the floor making grunting sounds, humping against my ass. I tighten my sphincter muscle and Junior moans, "Mmmm, feels so good." His feet hit the floor as he lets go of my shoulders and holds onto my hips again, then he fucks my ass in a rapid fashion with his fingers digging into my skin as he groans and moans. Sensations tingle pleasantly in my rectum and my cock stays damn hard, but the novelty of Junior fucking me with his smallish cock, one that is shorter and not nearly as fat as Robby's, has lost the uniqueness for me, although it still feels very good. It's just not going to send me to the moon or anything like that. I'd climax if Junior kept it up for ten minutes or so, but that isn't happening because he's already making those desperate pre-climax sounds of deep sexual pleasure that have been preceding his climaxes. His nuts are really swinging as he continues a very rapid pace and the ,"Slap, slap, slap, slap," of his groin smacking into my butt cheeks accompanies his nut sack swinging against the back of my nuts with each penetration. My cock notices and there's buzzing at the head as well as some sizzling in my rectum, but too quickly Junior lets out a similar squeal to the one I make at climax, flops against me and shoots his juice up my ass while he groans as if it hurts to climax. "Oooh Goddamn that felt good," from Junior, then he grunts as he pounds against my buttocks driving his boner up my ass with his cum squishing around inside me and beginning to drool out as well. A minute later he pulls out and strokes his cock with his fingers, asking, "How'd ya like my fucking, Dylan?" He's looking at me, waiting for my praise, his face red and his chest heaving. I go, "Excellent as always, muppet, but let me do you now so I can relieve the pressure in my blue battered balls." He goes, "Yo, give me time to savor my awesome orgasm, dude," and now I feel some of his awesomeness drooling down the back of my leg so I go in the bathroom to clean his awesome spunk off my person. It did feel pretty good. Very different, but pleasant like I said. A nice recreational fuck with no pain. Junior wanders into the bathroom still playing with himself, "I'm gonna wash my dick, it's been up your ass, ya know." I mutter, "Clean away, muppet." When we're cleaned up, I suggest, "Let's get drinks from that little grocery store a block over and then I'll pump you full of jisum." He says, "Yeah, I should be more than ready by then," and he's serious, not joking around... he'll be ready to spring another boner and his balls will have some spunk for him to shoot out his short gun in twenty minutes. Amazing! We put our swim suits back on, I grab some money from my stash, and we walk to the store where I buy sixteen ounce bottles of Snapple's iced tea and small bags of Lays barbecue potato chips. On the way back to the house Juniors whining, "How am I gonna go from all of our sex to zero sex overnight? It'll be cold turkey sex deprivation for the muppet." I say, "Well, you need to discover a fuck buddy in your neighborhood. Dude, they say ten percent of guys are gay and I believe that number's wildly understated, so it's up to you to find one. Trouble is in high school gay kids tend to be closeted." "Like me," mutters Junior. Then he asks, "Do you have any suggestions how I'd go about finding one of these closeted gay kids?" I say, "Well frankly I'm surprised one of them hasn't found you. Have there been any subtle hints from anyone, ya know? Maybe in like a kidding around manner, any suspicious advances by anyone?" He goes, "Well, I guess Roy Underwood might loosely qualify. He's always saying, 'Blow me, you know you want to,' to me." I go, "That don't sound very subtle, he might be the aggressive dominant type that I wouldn't recommend for you. What's he look like?" A shrug from Junior, "He's okay, kinda normal looking, but he looks like the hunchback of Notre Dame compared to you. He's got whiskers, and he's kind of a bully actually." I go, "Stay clear of him, he sounds like an asshole." We talk some more about how Junior's going to find a sex buddy as we're going up the back steps to the duplex, with me suggesting, "Make it kind of a running gag. You know, jokingly you say to guys you know that you're damn curious about this bisexual shit and wonder what it's all about. Then ask candidates if they know anything about it and look for signals that maybe they do, or at least they're a little interested in it too. You gotta think outside the box, Junior, but don't settle for anyone you don't like. You should like the person, at least." Then I think off Ray, and amend my criteria to, "Or at least you don't hate him, ya know? If you aren't especially enamored with someone, but they have something special to offer that appeals to you, then you compromise." We're inside casually dropping our swimsuits on the floor again. When naked I give Junior a hug, muttering, "Damn, I like your pheromones too." He's like, "What? You like what?" and I explain that as I massage his shoulders. He mumbles, "That feels good, Dylan," and we get into a heavy make-out with Junior holding his own. Catching my breath, with Junior clinging to me, I ask, "How'd ya learn to kiss so good." He says, "Oh that, um, this guy, Motorhead, and I make out all the time. We go at it hot and heavy in his garage until he makers me cum." I'm exasperated, "You've got a make-out buddy and you haven't taken it any further? What the fuck?" He's like, "Motorhead's not gay, he practices kissing with me so he can do it better with his girlfriend," I'm like, "What a crock of shit he's feeding you, Junior. Why don't he practice with this girlfriend?" Junior explains. "Motorhead's a perfectionist, he wants to have it down perfect before trying it out on Dolly." I go, "Is Dolly an inflatable chick by any chance?" He shakes his head, "No, I know her and she and Motorhead go out. He's had other girlfriends too, really." I mumble, "Motorhead's into cars I take it" and Junior, as he's groping my butt cheeks goes, "Oh yeah, big time. His dad's got a repair garage and Motorhead works with him a lot." I mutter, "The last word I have to say about this character, Motorhead, is ask him if he wants to practice fucking on you so he'll have it perfected for Dolly when she's ready for it." Junior's like, "Awesome idea, Dylan, I will." I turn him around because I like his back and ass against me, you know, the way I was holding him in the ocean earlier. Neither of us have boners at the moment, but hugging him and kissing the side of his face with his aroma circling around in my head I feel my boner returning, like I knew it would. Junior twist his head around, and asks, "You ever tried rough sex, Dylan? I've seen videos on line that are kinda cool." I play it coy, "Rough sex? Like what?" He goes, "Some smacks on the ass and, I don't know, just hard fucking that's kinda rough." I go, "I seem to recall someone who was into that a little, and it can be kinda interesting, sexually speaking I mean." I look down and gaze at his awesome bubble butt, firm and pink, and hairless, and just about perfect. I go, "Stand sideways, Junior, and bend over a little. I'll smack your ass so you can see if it does anything for you." He does that, with me keeping my left arm across his chest. My right hand goes up and I give his right butt cheek a loud slap, "SMACK!" with Junior yelping, "Yowl!" He rubs his ass, muttering, "Do it again," and I give him another stinking slap, as "SMACK!" sounds in our ears when my hand connects. Junior's like, "Ow! Do it again," so I give him two, "SMACK! SMACK!" real fast and he's got both hands covering his ass now, yelling, "That's enough!" I straighten him up and give him a hug, chest to chest, and then a kiss, asking, "How'd you like your spanking?" He hugs me, saying, "You should spank me across your lap, don't ya think?" and a vision of Ryan spanking me like that weeks and weeks ago drifts into my mind. I reach down and adjust my dick, rubbing the head against Junior's smooth belly. I ask, "You want me to spank you, Junior?" He goes, "Yes, the muppet's been a naughty boy." Jesus, this is hot, but I'm usually playing the muppet's part. I let go of Junior and drag a kitchen chair over. Sitting in it, I pat my thighs, "Lay across my lap, muppet, you're getting a spanking." He gives me a smirk, playing with his cock that's already semi hard, and carefully lays across my lap with his cock poking mine. Jeez, what a cute ass on this kid. I spank him hard and the, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" sounds fill our ears with Junior yelling, "Ow! Ohh! OW! OOW, goddamnit!" squirming and flailing his legs and wildly squirming on my lap. The thing is he's got a raging hard-on now that's poking my dick, and my dick's kinda hard too. Hmmm, Junior's learning about his sexuality, discovering what turns him on the most. I've been dominant on several occasions during sex and found it kind of arousing so I understand how someone would get sexually excited about being dominant over another. It's just that the arousal I feel being dominant can't compare to the arousal being submissive... for me there's no comparison. Junior scrambles off my lap stroking his cock and rubbing his ass, "Damn, that was hot, Dylan, but my ass stings like fire. You gave me a damn good spanking and now I'm ready to be fucked hard. I'm gonna cum again, I can just feel it building already." This kid's got a wonderful sex life in front of him, fer sure. My cock isn't real boned-up so I get my arm around the front of his neck and pull his back against my chest again. Rubbing the head of my cock up his ass crack and over his anus, I mumble, "You're gonna get fucked hard alright." His hand are back gripping my butt cheeks, kneading them. Moving the head of my cock with my fingers, it travels up his ass crack again, then back down to push against the back of his scrotum. I need to bend my knees to get down to Junior's size, but that's no problem because it feels so good rubbing my cock against his silky smooth skin and I'm soon working with a steel cock that's dripping. I put it right on his anus and apply a little pressure, just barely spreading the lips of his asshole and holding it there until I feel a glob of precum wetting the lips. Then more pressure and the head slides in with Junior trying to lean forward, but he can't because my arm around the front of his neck preventing it. He goes, "Ooooh, un, un," and I push in further. Junior mutters, "Oh ow," so I wait a bit then push in a couple of inches. asking, "You okay, Junior?" He says, "It's wicked tight, let me bend over and take it that way. It goes in easier that way." Letting go of him, he bends forward grabbing his knees and I push in the rest of the way. It's tight alright, tighter than last time but Junior was more relaxed then for whatever reason. He's okay now so I pull my boner back until just the neck of the head is pulling at the lips, and then all the way back in as I do a quiet, "Mmmm, umm," and Junior gasps, "That felt good, Dylan," so I do it all a little quicker this time and a long, "Oooooh, mmmm," from Junior. Two more steady trips back and forth in his rectum, and Junior grunts, "Fuck me hard, boy," and I almost laugh because he's got his roles mixed up, or does he? Not that it really matters as I get into a steady normal-speed fuck with Junior and I being verbal with our sounds of sexual pleasure. Damn, I've got to do more topping. My cock is alive with awesome sensations that are electrifying my entire groin area and I can't help picking up the speed of my thrusting up the muppet's seriously tight tunnel. Junior's head is up and back as he goes, "Ooooh, uuum, oooh, mmmm," which tells me he's getting a lot of sexual pleasure and that encourages me to pound his ass harder. My torso jerks on it's own as sensations grow and everything is feeling hot and alive. I'm grunting, biting my lip while moaning, "Um, um, umpth," as the awesome applause of anal fucking fills the room, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." We go at it for maybe five minutes with awesome sensations on my cock. That's the biggest difference... all the sensation come from my cock, where when I'm getting fucked I have incredible sensations from my ass too. This fuck is the longest Junior's gone without climaxing, and just as I have that thought, Junior groans, "Aaaasah, ooh, aahh," as his back arches and his body shakes, another "Aaaah," from Junior with him trying to hump his hips. Then he squeals, "Eeeeeee!" and I see a fast flying thin line of cum just make it past his head that's stretched back as far as his neck will allow. His hips buck three more times as my climax grows. I smack his ass cheek and plow his asshole harder and faster and now it's on me... the awesome sensations of impending orgasm. It's my turn to arch my back with my head back as I hammer my cock up his tight ass, grunting, then a squeal from me as cum pumps from my nuts filling his bowels, then another tight hump against his cute ass with the inside of my thighs near my groing pulsating and almost aching with sexual pleasure. Now it's deep breathing from me and fucking in a cum saturated rectum as my shoulders shudder twice and orgasm sensations continue zipping around my pelvis area and sizzling on my cock. I reach down with a hand on either side of Junior's armpits and pull him up against me as I continue fucking him. He's moaning quietly, limp in my arms, laying back against me with me kissing the sides of his face, then holding the side of my face against his with my hips still driving my steel cock back and forth in his ass. It feels good sliding my cock in his now slippery rectum. Then I stop and pull my hips back and my sloppy cock is out in the air again. It feels cool out in the air so I take an arm from around Junior to wrap my cock in a protective fist and stroke it slowly. Man, the penis is a pleasure organ, as well as being useful for peeing. I read somewhere that there's a fetish where weird guys go in for penectomies. What fools! I turn Junior around and he melds into my body, still limp and huggable and smelling like the sexy boy he is. I'm kinda jealous thinking about that dink, Motorhead, fucking my muppet, but I hope he does for Junior's sake. Junior redefines what it means to be a sexy hottie. I read something else too... in the gay community Junior is what's called a twink. Young cute gay boys are called that by some. I wonder if a twenty year old is still a twink? I rub Junior's head, saying we should get cleaned-up a little and get Chubby's Snapple down to the beach." He nods his head, then looks at me and says, "Oh man, Dylan, I'm scared about going on without you and me doing it. I've loved every second and, um, well thanks for taking me under your wing and showing me the wonderful world of gay sex. I'll never forget you, you know." I smile, "Jeez, Junior, it's been my pleasure. You're truly special and I'll pray for you." I added the praying thing because Junior prays. He prayed for me to come into his life, well not me specifically, and his prayers were answered, or so he believes, so why burst his bubble. I say, "It's not goodbye, Junior. We'll text each other and see one another right here next summer. By then you'll have a boyfriend so you may not have much time for me, but hopefully you'll sneak in a quickie for your old sex buddy." He grins, "Ha, I'll be hoping you'll sneak in some time for me is more like it." We get cleaned-up and drink our Snapple iced tea on our way back to the beach. Chubby's Snapple bottle in my other hand and the potato chips in Junior's. He's not his bubbly self though, he's kind of down because it's getting close to the time we say goodbye. I tell him, "We'll be on the beach for an hour or two tomorrow, Junior, so we're not saying goodbye yet, and when we do it'll be simple goodbye until we meet again, not goodbye forever." He nods his head, mumbling, "I know, I know, I'm okay, Dylan," and he leans into me so I grin at him, and mutter, "Good, muppet! I don't like to see you sad." On the beach Chubby's laughing into his cell phone and talking to someone. Then I hear the name, Lee, so I know who it is. It's Lee from work... Chubby and Lee make each other laugh and Chubby just likes to laugh, period. He knows how to have a good time in almost any situation. Often he makes something dull turn into fun. I love me some Chubby! Handing him his Snapple and a bag of chips he gives me a big smile mouthing the word 'thanks' as he listens on the phone. Chubby takes a swallow and then spits it out laughing at something Lee said, something outrageous no doubt. I miss Seth, that's who I miss the most, next to Robby and Ryan that is. Seth made me promise not to call or text him because he said it would just remind him I'm not there. I don't know what to do about Seth. I'm not going to do anything to hurt him, that's for sure. Like Junior, Seth's got this crush on me that he thinks is love. Ya know, a lot of guys seem to think they love me, but most realize they don't in time so I just need to wait for that realization to occur to Seth. In the meantime I'll try to do no harm. He reminds me of Connor so obviously there's a warm spot in my heart for him. I'm just hoping he and Connor hit it off. They can be long range boyfriends. I mean, lots of solders have lovers or wives back home, or husbands. Why not Seth and Connor? It's getting late so when Chubby gets off his cell phone the three of us take a swim in the ocean, and then a walk on the beach with Chubby cheering Junior up a little by telling factoids that fascinate Junior. He totally believes them all. I've heard a lot of them, but not this one. Chubby asks Junior, "What's bigger, Junior, an ostrich's eye or it's brain?" I'm thinking it's an eye that's the biggest because they have small heads. Junior says, "Um, you want me to say brain, so I'll guess it's one of his eyes that's bigger." Chubby says, "Hmmm, I really don't know, that's why I asked you." That means Junior got it right. He says, "Oh great, now I'll need to Google it to be sure. Let me ask you something mister factoid. Who was the first US president who's name contains all the letters of the word, 'criminal'?" Chubby goes, "That would be Richard Millhouse Nixon and the only other president of the US with all the letters of the word 'criminal' in his name is William Jefferson Clinton. Coincidence? I think not." Junior goes, "You're good!" as he steps on someone's towel. The someone yells, "Watch where you're going, asshole!" and throws a handful of sand at Junior. We all look back and see a guy on a blanket with his girlfriend, anyway I suppose it's his girlfriend. Chubby turns from jovial to vicious in an instant, yelling at the guy, "What the fucks wrong with you? Who throws sand at somebody." The guy didn't expect this as he's the macho muscle bound type. I thought he was wearing a black sweater at first glance, but who wears a sweater on the beach? It's black body hair of course. He's with this girl so he's got to stand up and confront us three. He adopts the usual threatening posture, "How'd you like it, pipsqueak, if I throw a pile of sand down your throat along with my fist?" The girl says, "Let it go, Marco, for God's sakes, the kid stepped on the fucking towel, so what?" Marco glances at her, then back at us, "Move along fairy boys before you get your..." but that's as far as he got. The next sound coming from Marco is, "Aaaugh!" as Chubby's hard leg calf connected perfectly with Marco's unprotected nuts. Swimsuits aren't even as protective as jockstraps. Just some nylon or some flimsy miracle fiber. He might as well be naked as far as his balls are concerned. Marco's sits down in the sand slowly, then draws his knees up. Chubby says, "Have a nice day," to the girl with a startled expression on her face," and we continue on our way with Junior saying, "That's the coolest thing I've ever seen in my whole life!" I say to Chubby, "Good thing we're leaving tomorrow, bro, 'cause that ape is gonna be searching the beach looking for you. Showing him up in front of his girlfriend probably isn't what he was looking for." Chubby puts his arm around Junior's neck, saying, "We can't have people throwing sand on Junior, now can we?" Junior says, "My hero," and we all chuckle with me muttering, "Hero, my ass." The walk has gotten Junior out of his blue mood, which is something else Chubby's always been good at doing. When we get back to our beach chairs Junior's mom and the rest are just getting their stuff together to carry back to the house. His mom says, "We're going out for dinner tonight, Junior, come on up to the house and shower so you'll be ready to go, honey." He says, "Mooom! Don't call me honey in front of the guys." I say, "Why not, Junior? My mom does it all the time. Adults. remember?" He goes, "Oh yeah, they don't know any better." He gives me a hug, asking, "You're sure you'll be on the beach tomorrow, right?" I go, "Yep, but just for a while in the morning. I'll see you then, muppet." He nods his head staring into my eyes, then he quietly says, leaning close to me, "I love you," and, with a grin, I say, "We have a crush on each other, it's not love." He shakes his head to that, but gives me a grin. His mom says, "Come on, Junior," and he turns to go. Chubby's sitting in his beach chair smoking a cigarette. I go over and he passes me the cigarette, and with smoke coming out of his mouth, he asks, "How do you do it, Dylan?" I take a drag, then mumble, "Do what?" and he's like, "Get guys to fall in love with you over night." Passing him the cigarette and sitting down, I go, "It's not love, Chubby, it's a crush, but it's oh so flattering to me that they think it's love. Good for my self confidence, ya know. Hey, way to handle Marco, bro, that was gold." Chubby says, "Yeah, I'm sick of people trying to intimidate me, or anyone. Big assholes throwing their weight around thinking we're all going to cower because they're loud and big. I can't stand 'em, plus they don't expect me to do anything, little 'ole me." I go, "This isn't a height-challenged thing with you is it? Because you're a tiny bit short you think you got to be David versus Goliath all the time." Chubby chuckles, "Nah, whoever threw sand on one of us, assuming it wasn't some little kid, I'd kick him in the balls whatever his size, and the smaller the better actually. Maybe I should become a superhero, but all the good costumes are already taken, ya know? I'd want something like batman's muscle suit in, 'The Dark Knight Rises'." I go, "Oh yeah, and I'd be Robin the boy wonder. In that movie he gets a Robin muscle suit too, although I kinda like the green and yellow outfit the original Robin wore in comic books. The one with the short cape, and he was cute too." Chubby laughs, "You're consistent, bro, very consistently awesome too." I mutter, "I hear that a lot, thanks," and Chubby ruffles my hair, muttering, "You hear that a lot, do ya?" We goof on each other passing the cigarette back and forth with me glancing down the beach every once in a while on the lookout for hairy Marco. I don't want that ape sneaking up on us. I worry while Chubby doesn't have a care in the world. We take one last dip in the ocean then carry our beach chairs and beach bag up the beach towards the parking lot with Chubby bitching, "We never used anything in this beach bag. Should have left it back at the duplex, this sucker's heavy." I go, "Funny, but I never hear the moms bitchin' about how much it weights when they carry it back and forth to the beach every day so we'll have it available when we need something out of it." Chubby says, "The moms have been carrying their heavy handbags around all they lives so they're used to it. I'm used to a wallet." Then he goes, "Damn, I hope there's no singing waiters at the Dunes restaurant tonight for my birthday dinner. Man, that's awkward when they're singing happy birthday, ya know?" I go, "Don't be a baby, it's cool being sung to by fifteen strangers. I hear at the Dunes they have you stand and wear a paper birthday hat while they sing, and everybody in the restaurant gets to gawks at you, and you know, guys around our age will mock you as you stand there." He laughs, "Yeah, sounds cool, you're right, bro. Hope it's a blue paper hat since I'm a guy." We're both chuckling as we hold our feet under the outside mini shower, removing sand before going inside. Then we're up the steps and into the duplex. When we first enter the duplex after being outside all day it feels like walking into a meat locker. We go from ninety degree heat to seventy and it shocks your system. The moms are both done their showers making themselves pretty for the twins, Rick and Ron. Chubby says, "Do you wanna shower first?" I shrug, "Yeah, okay. We gonna do some front loading on the deck before dinner?" Chubby nods his head, "Damn right we are, I'm not wearing that paper birthday hat without some booze in me, that's not happening." I take the beach bag from him, mumbling, "Here, let me have that. It's got my birthday present for you inside." He asks, "What'd ya get me, Dylan. I sure as shit hope you spent more on my present than I spent on yours." I go, "That picture of our dad in my wallet is priceless, Chubby. You can't put a price on something like that. I love it!" He drops the wise cracks, and says, "Thanks, Dylan, that's sweet," and he hugs me, kissing my cheek, muttering, "I love you like life itself, Dylan." I have tears in my eyes going down the hall to the bathroom for my shower. The sentiment engraved on my birthday gift for Chubby is perfect. 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.