Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 12:35:44 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: Oliver's Summer Vacation..Part I ....WILDWOOD I'm 19 1/2 years old.... what would you imagine has been the biggest and most pleasant surprise of my life so far? You'll never guess .... it was my senior class trip, that's what. Well, that's the way I felt right after that trip. Miracles have never happened for me, but that trip is the closest thing to a miracle that I'd experienced. By the end of it ..... and for the first time since my best friend Tyler's death..... I really believed my life had a chance to be good, maybe even great. Everything went my way and I can't think of another personal experience that I could say that about. My life was not good for a long time. Sadness over the death was always prominent in the back of my head, but it had finally faded in recent years. What took-over for the grief was an almost constant yearning for sexual relief. In the past few years I developed a powerful desire for a gay sexual experience. One with a boy my age who was cute and wonderful and perfect. Not too much to hope for...right? Well, surprise! The thing that was 'almost-a-miracle' during my senior class trip?..... it was that I hooked-up with a gay boy who exceeded all those previously mentioned qualifications. His name, Cristobal Juarez... Yeah, after years of studying boy's faces and bodies and fantasizing wild sexual encounters and dreaming and yearning and aching, Cristobal exploded in my world and was better than anything I had ever made-up. After the trip, on the bus ride back home, I got an achingly hard boner just thinking about Cristobal. Thinking about the two of us really, singing together and dancing together and kissing together and bathing together.... holding hands. Two nineteen year old boys doing those things together....can you believe it? I never would have believed it if it hadn't actually happened to me. We did fucking together too. I'd never even touched another boys' dick or had another boy touch mine and then in one twenty-four hour period a huge blast of gay activities with a boy who looked like a movie star.... or a rock star.... it was, WOW!!! About twenty minutes into the bus ride home the girl sitting across the aisle from me looked over and asked if I was alright. I wondered what she meant for a second before realizing I'd moaned out-loud while thinking about the night Cristobal and I had had together. Blushing wildly, I tried to smile at her and assure her I was fine and I got through it with minimal stuttering. After I told her I was fine I think she began flirting with me a little, asking about my sprained ankle and saying she liked my T shirt and stuff like that. I acted shy and didn't respond much. A minute or two later she gave up on me and went back to talking with her girl friend.... thank God. I had better things to think about. The T shirt she liked so much was the one Cristobal had given me after he'd soiled mine by shooting cum up between us in his dormitory room the previous afternoon. It made me smile to imagine the look on the girl's face if I told her about that. I thought about Cristobal all the way home and a whole lot more once I got home too. What a fabulous trip that was. And, my other trip...the clumsy one that caused me to badly sprain my ankle, was a good trip too because it led to Cristobal staying the night with me at the Holiday Inn. Ahhhh, such memories.....like the song says, "these are the days that will last forever, keep them in your heart". Sure will, I'll always have those memories. I'll be glad to forget a little of it though.... for instance, that sprained ankle was initially helpful, but it was also a big pain-in-the-ass. It hurt like hell for one thing. Awkward too because I had to use one of the crutches I'd gotten at the hospital to hop around on. I looked like a dork hopping around here and there. Getting on and off the bus was a trial and so was the first couple of days back at school. God Damn! I can't concentrate on anything. It's all about Cristobal and that senior class trip anymore. I've still got two more final exams to take before graduation and I have to give that valedictorian speech too. Somehow I need to get myself to concentrate on school for two more weeks and then that will be it for high school and good riddance to it too. Cristobal and me were e-mailing each other a couple times a day. Cristobal's e-mails are about how hot we were together and he also includes a description, in some detail, of a different part of my body in each of his e-mails. He wrote a whole paragraph describing my ear. It was so funny. He says we fit together like pieces in a jig saw puzzle..... one of those jig saw puzzles with 1500 pieces that require each piece to fit precisely! It probably will not surprise you to learn that I've been jerking-off three or four times a day thinking about the sexy things Cristobal and me did together. I'm shooting further than ever and the indescribable feeling when I shoot off has me gasping for air. I've gotten cramps in my toes and feet from clinching them so tightly when I climax thinking about Cristobal. He was better than my wildest imagination could come up with. My parents see me sort of daydreaming a lot and ask if everything is alright ..ha ha.. as if I could tell them how "alright" everything actually is. Because Cris and I are so busy our e-mails are short and sweet. One or two quick paragraphs usually. We sign off with "luv ya", but Cris has said we're not in love because we hardly know each other. Yeah, that is true, but if it isn't love I feel, I wonder what it is. I know part of it is a strong wish to be with him again as soon as I can. Why didn't I ask him for a picture? Damn, I'm dumb sometimes!! Time does keep on moving no matter what..... so, as hard as it was for me to concentrate on the mundane necessities of high school life I forced myself to do it and somehow I got through those last two weeks without screwing anything up too badly. My brother Christain, my mom, dad and my grandmother were all in attendance for high school graduation ceremonies. Each senior was allotted a maximum of four tickets for the actual ceremony. I have a fairly large extended family but only those four could hear my speech. Back at our house a group of well wishers were gathering for the graduation party my folks were giving for me...neighbors and relatives mostly although a few guys from the swim team were going to stop over too. I was looking forward to the party and I was particularly interested in the graduation presents. First though, my valedictorian speech. I wrote the speech before the class trip and only revised it a bit after the trip. It was a typical "reach for your dreams" speech. I wasn't motivated to try to make it special. Nothing about high school had been special for me, special in a good way, I mean. I had the speech memorized so there was no reason to be nervous, right? Wrong! When I stood up at the podium and looked out at the 1600 people staring back at me I started to stutter and the more I stuttered the more nervous and uncomfortable I felt and that made me stutter even more. The captain of the swim team, Jordan Caufield, was one of the many people up on stage with me. He had been voted by the class as "the most likely to succeed" and he'd given a one minute speech earlier regarding that 'honor'. I'd been on the swim team three years and I don't recall him ever speaking to me directly. Actually, I never thought he liked me. After I stuttered for about thirty seconds he casually got up and walked across the stage to me and put his arm around my shoulder speaking into the microphone, "Excuse me a second folks, I forgot to tell Oliver something important. Oh, by the way, did you realize Oliver was voted "most improved" diver for our team this year? Let's give him a hand." There was polite applause as Jordan leaned over and whispered to me, "Oliver, did I ever tell you my favorite short joke?" His lips brushed my ear as I shook my head side to side slightly to indicate, "no, he hadn't". This situation with Jordan coming over and interrupting was obviously beyond weird, but none-the-less having him there gave me this strangely calm feeling, my body and brain just relaxed. The audience patiently waited as Jordan whispered this quick joke to me. ....... A three-year-old boy was examining his testicles while taking a bath. "Mommy" the little boy asked, "are these my brains?" His mom said, "Not yet" ..... My mouth stayed open as I listened and my eyes were getting bigger and bigger as Jordan told this joke. He whispered it to me in a very matter-of-fact manner without hurrying it, as if we were standing in the cafeteria line for lunch. It was surreal listening to this little joke while I was staring at more than 1600 people who were all staring back at me. When Jordan said, "Not yet" I laughed out loud and then whispered back to Jordan, "Should I tell the audience?" He said, "Probably best not to." He squeezed the back of my neck and said, "Give 'em hell, Oliver." And, I did. I apologized for the delay and said that my swim team captain had just reminded me that my speech will go over the time limit if I leave the stuttering in. " there simply is no time for the stuttering folks ...what was I thinking? Oh well, here goes" And, I breezed through the speech with almost no stuttering and got a nice ovation at the end. I'm sure the ovation was mostly relief that my stuttering had been controlled. After the graduation ceremonies I went up to Jordan to thank him for saving my ass and he was very gracious. He said, "Fuck Oliver, you're my team mate. We'll always be team mates and team mates help each other out when they can. Your speech was great." I invited him to my party and he kind of chuckled at that and said he's try to make it. He never did of course, but I still have this nice feeling about Jordan where before I probably would have gone the rest of my life thinking he was an asshole. Jeez, there's a life lesson in there someplace.... My graduation party went very well and the uncles and aunts that usually have too much to drink at family outings had too much to drink at my graduation party too. My cousins were nice with their congratulations and they made me feel kind of important. They said they were jealous because they had one or two years left of high school and they couldn't wait to get out. Not everyone loves the high school experience it seems. I smiled at them and tried not to act too superior. My graduation presents went pretty much the way I expected. I got mostly cash, almost $400. The main gift was from Christain and it was a complete, over-the-top, surprise. He bought me a Mini Cooper Convertible. Bright red with a black top. The Mini Cooper car had attracted my attention when Cristobal's room mate, Davis Moore, picked us up in his Mini convertible to take me to the hospital after I'd sprained my ankle. It's all I talked about to Christain when I got home from the trip. Talking about Cristobal fucking me didn't seem like a good idea and I hadn't done much sight-seeing when I was in Philly so I went on and on about how cool that car was. Naturally I never thought I'd get one any time soon. Who buys their little brother a $33,000 car for a high school graduation present? Well, my brother, that's who. I hugged him with tears in my eyes. He said how proud of me he was. Later, when Christain had had too much to drink he asked me again how I liked the car. He was probably looking for me to gush over it some more which I was glad to do. I said, "Are you kidding me, Christain....I love it beyond words." He was glad and he hugged me again and this time he also kissed me a number of times on my face and then once right on my lips. He slurred his words when he mumbled, "I'm sorry Oliver, but I love you so much" and then he let go of me and I didn't see him again that night. Later when I asked Dad, he told me Christain wisely had gone back to his apartment to catch-up on some sleep. He said Christain was making lots of money, but the pressure of the job was causing him, now and then, to lose sleep and drink too much. The entire episode left me feeling weird. I didn't want to think about it too much. There simply isn't anyone in my life who means more to me than Christain and I loved him unconditionally. He could do no wrong in my eyes. Still, what was that kiss all about? Three of my swim-team teammates did come to my party and I eventually left with them to go to another teammates' graduation party. It was almost like having friends.... at long last. I feel that if I had one more year of high school I would have made real friends with a few guys. It's just that I got started off all wrong in High School and once you're labeled a "geek" it's hard to lose the image. Teenagers don't have a ton of self-confidence so they aren't going to take a chance of befriending a labeled geek like me. Oh well, geek or not, I made it through high school. It's in my past. All of us seniors got out of school three weeks before the under-class kids so I had a head-start on the summer. I'd arranged for a summer job working for the company my dad worked for, but the job didn't start until after the 4th of July holiday. I found myself with most of June to goof-off in. During the last two weeks in June we were going on our usual vacation spot, Wildwood, New Jersey. Wildwood is a seaside resort town with huge beaches and a boardwalk to beat all boardwalks. Christain and I have had a blast in Wildwood in the past, but he's been working for the last couple of years so I go with my mom and dad alone. It's not as much fun without Christain, although I still do love the place. First up though is some serious motoring in my new Mini Cooper. Also, my old favorite pass-time, some serious bike riding. In the cooler mornings I did bicycling and then when it warmed up I drove the Mini all over the place, naturally with the top down. Forty mile bicycle rides keep my body in good shape. There isn't any place in the forty mile range...twenty miles out and twenty miles back... that I haven't become familiar with over the years. I have my favorite locations and I concentrated on them the first week. The idea to visit that infamous rest area where derelicts occasionally hung-out in the men's room entered my head, but I let it fly right back out. I did not stop there. My top-down Mini motoring was such a blast. It made me feel ultra cool and I couldn't help but wonder what Tyler would have thought of all this. And, how much more fun the motoring would be if he were riding shotgun with me. I wonder what he would look like now if he had lived. Yeah, I still shed a tear for him once in a while. Maybe I always will. When you bond with another person like Tyler and I did, it is a bonding to last forever. There is never a 'time to say goodbye'. Tyler would pop-up in my head from time to time, but now my mind was pretty much filled-up with thoughts about Cristobal. We had sent our last e-mail right after I graduated. He and twenty-three other college kids left the next day on a twelve week tour of Europe. It's a trip sponsored by the University, but it's open to other schools too. Cris was super excited about meeting new people and seeing four different countries in Europe up close and personal. The main objective of the trip is for the kids to see the real everyday life in these countries, not just the tourist spots. It was a backpack-only trip and absolutely no lap tops or anything computerized was allowed. The most modern thing allowed is a wristwatch. Best not to even think about sneaking an iPod on the trip. It was all about exchanging ideas, about talking among themselves and not about privately listening to music or playing a computer game. Cristobal said he was actually looking forward to not seeing a computer or TV or hearing a CD or anything like that for three whole months.... he was all for the conversation and exploration. It didn't sounds all that great to me. I really missed e-mailing with Cris, but I was loving my new car and feeling good about myself in general. That car gave me a boost in the self image department. I felt cool pulling up to the Deli, for example, and buying an Italian hoagie or cheese steak. I took my time being super smooth and impressing the guys who worked there, particularly one blond headed boy who I was hoping to get to 'know' this summer. He was very shy and it was slow going, but I was patient. I felt other people were sneaking peeks to see who the cool dude in the brand new, shiny Mini Cooper convertible might be. Almost a celebrity. It was nice just NOT feeling like my old usual self ... which can be best described as kinda like a little mouse hiding around a corner. The week before we were to head out for our vacation in Wildwood I was coming out of the Mall with a new CD and I ran into that girl who had asked if I was OK on the bus ride home from Philly. We smiled and waved at each other, but when I got in my car she looked over at me and mouthed "Oh my God" and then she came running right over to the car. She couldn't give me enough compliments about how cool I looked in that hot set of wheels. Would I take her for a ride, and this and that. I felt like a special, hot shit dude. The girl's name was Pattie Reynolds and she flattered me so much I blurted out, "You need a ride home?" She ask me to wait a minute as she went back in the Mall to tell her mother she was getting a ride home with a "friend". Pattie was real girly-cute. Small, about five foot tall with shortish blond hair and dark brown eyes. She didn't wear much make-up and she looked pretty good. Regular girl's body with maybe a little extra weight around her hips and ass. Needless to say, I didn't find her sexy at all, but it did feel good showing-off driving my Mini convertible with a popular 'chick' right there next to me. I took a round-about way to her house hoping to be seen by someone I knew and sure enough Robby Fisher and Marty Steinberg from the swim team spotted me and waved me over near the high school. They both knew Pattie and we all ended up at a Berger King for some lunch. Jeez, I guess I'm shallow, but I felt fabulous being almost in the "in crowd" for once. The four of us were sitting around a table talking and laughing when a couple more guys from our senior class came in and joined us. Robby asked me to tell the new guys about Jordan interrupting my speech at graduation with the toddler/testicles joke. The new guys said, "Yeah, we wondered what Jordan said to you to make you laugh out loud like that." So I told the story and when I said the punch line "Not yet" one of the guys was about to swallow a mouthful of soda at the same instant he wanted to laugh and instead he snorted the soda in two streams right out both his nostrils. He screamed in pain because it hurts to have ice cold soda flowing through sinuses. Everyone is going,"Gross, yuck. Don't get that booger-juice on me." Blowing soda out his nose was funnier than the little joke and it had us all laughing pretty good. It was a cool time and when I left with Pattie it was like the party was breaking up because we were leaving. I was the one with a "date" this time. Ha ha. Pattie said she had fun and would I go with her to her girlfriends' party the very next night. So now I get to date a popular girl from high school. Damn, a real date. My first one since ....ever. I was nervous, but I picked Pattie up the next night and away we went. She drank grapefruit juice and vodka at the party so I did too. It wasn't bad, but it does sneak up on you if you're not careful. I wasn't careful. We danced and I couldn't help but think about how Cristobal had taught me some dance steps just a few weeks back. Just in the nick of time for my first real 'date'. I still wasn't very good at dancing, but I got by. Some of this crowd are snobs and, quite frankly, boring. We left about midnight and I was feeling a little bit drunk. When we pulled into her driveway Pattie said, "Oliver, we'll have to pull these front seats up near the dashboard because that backseat you have in this car is so small. We certainly can't make-out in the front with the gear shift in the middle so it'll have to be the backseat. I can't wait to taste your pouting lips." I went, "Huh? What?" She laughed and said I was so funny. I found myself squeezed in the backseat with Pattie and she was hot to trot. I don't think she was as drunk as me, but she'd been drinking. We had the top down and I was going to say something about how pretty the night sky was, but she didn't give me the chance. Right off she took a handful of my hair in each of her little fists and attacked my mouth with her tongue. In between kisses she was going on about how shy and cute I am. Then, before I could get a word out she quickly had that big tongue of her's back in my mouth again. It was awful. I tried to pretend, with my eyes closed, that it was Cristobal. That didn't work so I tried to pretend that Pattie was Pat...a guy. That didn't work either. It was like I was acting in a movie. I tried to do what I thought I should do. Her tits pressing up against me gave off a revolting, mushy feeling. All I could think of was the way Cristobal's body felt. So hot and tight....not squishy and soft and yucky. I guess I was faking it Ok because Patti said, "Oh Oliver, you naughty boy you. You've got me so hot it's not even funny." She was now poking at my crotch which was embarrassing because my dick had shriveled-up as if I was sitting in a tub of cold water. I kept moving my hip to protect a direct jab in my soft groin. She finally said, "I'd better get inside before we go too far, Oliver. I don't know if I can trust you much longer. Don't be mad at me." I said, "Oh, OK Pattie. It's alright. I got to get going too." She straightened up her clothes and said, "Well Oliver, aren't you going to ask me out?" I told her I wanted to, but me and my family were going away on the family vacation in two days. I pretended I was pissed-off about it. She said to call her when I got back or she'd be calling me and I said, "You bet, Pattie. Tonight was great. Thanks." She leaned back into the car and gave me one last kiss. Oh my God, I couldn't stand one more after that and that's no lie. I climbed out of the backseat real fast so she wouldn't try for another kiss and we waved goodbye. Pattie had this look of bliss or some such thing on her face. I let out a long sigh of relief and the look on my face was not blissful. I looked at my watch because the night seemed like it went on for ten or twelve hours. It had only been just under four hours since I'd picked Pattie up. Stepping on the gas I laid some rubber getting out of there. Then I slowed it down remembering the booze on my breath. Getting pulled over by the police was not a good idea. Driving home I thought...well, so that's a date. Damn, I didn't miss much. Christain wanted to take mom, dad and me out to dinner before we left for Wildwood. It was the first time I'd seen him since the graduation party. At the restaurant he acted just like the Christain of old and there was no mention of the party and that other thing.... we talked about the new car a little as well as our up-coming trip to Wildwood and how much Christain wished he could go with us like in the old days. When dessert was served he made his announcement. He had accepted a promotion to the 'creative' side of programming. He was now a vice president of new product development...the company was getting into computer games. Big raise in pay, but he'll have to re-locate to Seattle, Washington. We all congratulated Christain, but our hearts were heavy because he'd be living so far away. He was moving out there right away too...things moved fast in the business world. We'll be in Wildwood when he moves so this was goodbye for at least three months. When he got things up and running on the West coast he promised to come back East for a visit. Christain gave me an envelope with a first class round-trip American Airlines ticket good for use any time in the next 365 days. "Please come out this summer, Oliver. I miss you already." We hugged and he was gone. As soon as he left it felt empty in the restaurant somehow. Mom, dad and me looked at each other with sad faces. Christain was always the energy for all of us...he got things going and made things seem fun. Well, we're on our own now. Next day we got up early and packed the SUV with bed sheets and towels and beach chairs and all kinds of food and a lot more stuff than I could imagine us using. My folks had rented a duplex for our two weeks in Wildwood. It was a new unit and it had two bedrooms, two baths, a family room and a big kitchen. Luxurious. It was two blocks from the beach. Convenient. The boardwalk started four beach blocks down from our place. Sweet! I was excited about going. This is the first year I would be driving myself and with my new hot Mini convertible mom and dad knew not to bother even trying to talk me out of it. We live in western Pennsylvania so Wildwood, NJ is about a five hour drive under normal circumstances. The Mini is not normal so I was waiting outside our duplex forty-five minutes before my dad pulled in. I said to him, "I haven't been waiting but five or ten minutes". My dad said, "I'll bet." We had the second floor unit. It was choice with a view of the ocean off the back deck. There was also a view of strawberry-blond twin teenage boys off the back deck too. They were across the alley-way from us..... wrestling together on their deck. What a fabulous view it was. The Atlantic Ocean looked nice too. I'd guess the twin were about sixteen or seventeen years old. Great age for boardwalk activities. I'm nineteen, so on the boardwalk I just observe the scene now. No goofing around or trying to start some fun and games. That's for the younger guys to initiate. Us old nineteen year old guys try to look like we're above that childish nonsense. Jeez, it was fun though. Oh well, I'm off to a prestigious Ivy League University and as a Freshman I'll get to act like a goof there. Here I know I'm just suppose to act super-cool and above it all. After I helped unload everything from the SUV I went out on the back deck again, but no twins in sight this time. I told my folks I was heading down to the beach. That's where the twins would be. They both had little pony tails of wavy strawberry-blond hair which reminded me of Cristobal's short pony tail, but of course he has dark brown hair. The twins looked very hot from a distance, but you can find yourself disappointed if you expect too much. It's difficult to distinguish facial features from the distance I spied those two from. But, even from that far away I could tell that their bodies were tight and hot so I was anxious to check them out up close. Walking on the beach looking at boys is something I've enjoyed doing for years so this wasn't anything new to me. Hell, for years now I'd been scoping out boys here in Wildwood during my vacations as well as closely checking-out hot boys back home the rest of the year too. At the moment I had specific boys in mind. The twins. Just as I suspected, they were on the beach directly down from the duplex. It's where my mom and dad will be in a little while and then every day after today from about 9am till 5pm. They really love the sand and ocean and sun and all that goes with it. There are so many people here with their kids that boy-watching is a blast and the variety of boys is astounding. But as I said, right at the moment the twins are my objective. I observed them from the edge of the beach and from there they were still looking good so I stepped onto the sand and walked closer. Amazing! The closer I got the better they looked. Real close-up, about ten feet, they were taking my breath away. They were absolutely and unbelievable cute. Getting myself under control, I casually opened my beach chair. My heart pounding a little faster than normal and my pecker twitching inside my boardy swimsuit. When I sat down I did it in such a way that it would be obvious to anyone noticing me that I couldn't care less about the adorable strawberry-blond twins almost right next to me. I was oblivious to them, for a long two or three minutes anyway. The temptation to look over at them was great and when I did they were still sitting side by side in identical, very low to the sand beach- chairs. These were identical twins. Without realizing I was doing it, I wet my lips. Holy shit, was this lucky, or what! Hope they're going to be here the whole two weeks I'm here. Jeez, "identical" twins...big green eyes under long eyelashes that were almost white. Freckles across their cute pug noses and not a single blemish any where on their faces. I was doing more lip licking realizing it was as if one twin was giving a reflection off a big mirror and thus creating the other twin. These two were way past "look-alikes" ....they were exact duplicates of each other. They each had this little cute chin with dark-pink, puffy bow shaped lips right above it. Their swimwear, identical boardshorts. Off-white ones with pale green lettering that spelled-out "AM BIG UOUS". The boys sat so close together it didn't look natural somehow. Their arms touched all along the arm of their chairs. At the moment they were quiet, both staring out at the vast ocean while they absently bounced their feet in the sand and worked their jaws energetically chewing something which turned out to be bubble-gum. Every thirty seconds or so, in sync, they blew pink bubbles with their heads bending back as each tried to blow the biggest bubble. I stared at them with my mouth hanging open. Their chairs were positioned under a big beach umbrella to protect their light skin from the sun I suppose. Looking at their 'boardie' swimsuits made me think about how 'hot' they would look in tight speedos. I thought of my brother's small, tight red speedo that I use to wear. It was a speedo bathing suit he wore at age 11 and I wore it when I was 14. That was fun. I basically liked to wear it because he had worn it before me.... and also because it was so small on me it made my cork look bigger. Jeez, I wonder what the twins' "corks" look like. I'll bet they're identical too. Wouldn't that be something to see! They are very well built boys who, this close, appeared to be more like fourteen or fifteen years old. I could see a little hair growing on the calf part of their legs and a few hairs sticking out under their armpits, but other than that their bodies were very smooth. I got a boner looking at them, yummy eye-candy. Simultaneously they turned their heads to face one another and smiled this very big smile showing perfectly white teeth and big dimples in the process. They both took out their wad of bubble gum and wrapped them in the same tissue. Their heads came together and they held hands loosely as they whispered and then broke out laughing. The laughing got more intense as they put their arms around each other. My boner started leaking and I let out a little moan. It had been over a month since my night with Cristobal and the thought of his touch filled my mind as the twins held each other lightly and continued to laugh. A fat lady next to them turned towards the twins. She was laughing too. She talked through her laughter to the boys, but I couldn't make-out what she said. Their mother? She did have reddish blond hair and very light skin like the boys, lots of it too. A beached white whale. Apparently some sort of a family joke was going on because all of a sudden the thin man next to the fat lady sat up laughing along with the other three. He had lost most of his hair along the way and what was left around the sides was bleached out....it could be light gray or light blond. The laughing continued and I couldn't help but wonder what was so fucking funny? It was kind of annoying because I couldn't detect anything that had happened to start them all laughing. What could it have been? Oh well, after too long they calmed down and talked a little among themselves before all standing up and walking down toward the ocean. The twins were never more than an inch apart and the left side of one twins' perfect butt cheek rubbed against the other twins' right one as they walked down the beach towards the ocean. Each plump cheek was a nice hand-full of ass. God, I needed to jerk off. The four of them waded into the ocean up to their waists and then inched in little by little till they all finally did a half-ass dive into a small wave. They came up shaking their heads to clear the salt water from their face. The twins swam a little distance away from the parents, but stayed very close to each other. They waded out further and began body surfing with the bigger waves, one twin always waiting for the other before going out for another wave. My boner was very hard and I figured the water would make it lighten-up so I got up and headed down to the ocean. My boardies had side pockets and I kept my hands in them and held my boner against my belly with one hand and my swim suit away from it with the other as I walked. The boner felt fine. The water was still quite cold this early in the summer and my boner went down immediately upon getting wet. Naturally I wanted to get close to the twins so I maneuvered my way over to where they were body surfing. They did a lot of quick hugging after successfully riding each wave in to the beach. Lots of smiles at each other too. There were many people in the water here because this was a section of the beach with life guards and people wanted to swim where they had that protection. Lots of people or not, the twins paid absolutely no attention to anybody except each other. It was a treat just to watch them, but I soon wanted more. When they dived into a wave body surfing toward the beach I was going to get in their way so they had no choice but to collide with me. A lot of body surfing is 'blind'. You pick-out a lane that is open and dive with the wave and ride the wave to the beach with your eyes closed to keep out the salt water. If someone wanders into the lane you've chosen, you surf right into them. Happens a lot, but maybe not as often as you might imagine. Waders get use to watching for body surfers. I waded over to their area and when the twins dived together with a wave, I purposely waded right into their lane and two seconds later I was tangled-up in twins. Awesome. All four hands grabbed some part of my body as all three of us floundered under waist high ocean water. I'd gone right under water with them while trying to touch as much of them as I could in the short period before we all came up gasping for air and blowing salt water out of our mouths and noses. Unfortunately for me none of the parts of my body grabbed by the twins was near my crotch area and I hadn't had any luck blindly trying to find theirs' either. Life is jammed packed with disappointments. I insinuated my self in-between the boys, but they corrected that situation immediately and were standing side by side before the one on the left said, "Dude, we're so sorry. Are you OK?" What a sweet sounding husky voice he had...so sexy. I stuttered, "Yea yeah, I'm fine. It was ma, my fault guys. Sorry." That same left twin looked at his brother and said, "Let's go dry off, Noah." He looked back at me and said, "You staying around here?" I waded in with them and told them the address of my duplex which, of course, is just behind where they were staying. The twins couldn't get over the coincidence of us neighbors bumping into each other like that. Out of the water, the same twin on the left says, "Well, I'm Nathan North and this is my identical twin brother, Noah. Nice to meet you". He made a question out of the word "you" and I noticed right away that he acted older than he looked, and seemed very sure of himself too. I told him my name and shook hands with each of them. Nathan did all the talking for the twins, but he conferred with Noah frequently. Noah just smiled at Nathan and nodded his head "yes" to confirm any and everything Nathan said. It was very sweet. I stared at them openly. They are so beautiful it's hard to put into words and yet they seem to be totally unaware of their extraordinary looks. Up on the beach I pulled my chair over to them and we talked. They are fourteen years old which is probably too young for me to hope for anything sexual. I was afraid that would be the case as soon as I got close to them on the beach earlier, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy their company. Their vacation was for the entire month of June so they'd been here two weeks already and would be here the last two weeks that I'd be here too. They had an older brother who was off golfing. Nathan's conversation was all over the place. They lived in Delaware and they, the twins, were each others' best friend and the weather has been great so far and I just had to go on the roller coaster with them and the Double Shot was the best thrill ride in Wildwood...and this and that and on and on. Nathan was quite chatty. I really liked looking at him and listening to his voice. In less then three minutes though I could just about feel someones' stares boring into me and I looked past the twins and there stood Mrs Obese and Mr Malnutrition. Both of them peered hard and grumpily at me. One thing led to another and I could tell that the parents didn't want a nineteen year old hanging with their kids. I don't blame them, but I'm hanging with their kids anyway. I gave my best smile and I was giving off my most polite behavior while, at the same time, I pretended I didn't notice their rude behavior. In a short while my personality and wit won them over and they loosened up a little....or I may have just worn them down. Hopefully they could see I was innocent enough and fairly harmless. I did a little extra stuttering trying for the sympathy angle. Also, I didn't stay with them very long because I didn't want the parents to think I was stalking the twins, even though I was. I wanted them to think of me as just a neighbor they'd have for the next two weeks. That's all I was, a neighbor. No biggie. Maybe I could baby-sit the twins for them some night that they wanted to go out dancing or something. Ha ha ha... Believe me, I did not say that to them. If I had they'd probably call the police. They were ultra protective of the boys. I told them how nice it was to meet them, but that I had to leave and help my mom make-up the beds and stuff like that. The twins frowned at that comment, but the mother nodded her head like she approved. Off I went carrying my little beach chair. What the hell, I'll try the boardwalk for a while. I ran into my mom and dad who were on their way to the beach while I was on the way back to the duplex. I told them I'd be on the boardwalk. The boardwalk always had people on it, but it was the most crowded in the morning and then again in the evening. Most of the afternoon people only came up off the beach to eat lunch and get drinks on the boardwalk, but some of us were walking the boards so there was always a little bit of everything going on. It was about 3pm and I bought a slice of Mac pizza and a birch beer soda and sat on a bench to eat and to look at the passing parade and think about the twins. As usual lots of young guys to ogle at. There were the normal number of freaks and geeks too....they're everywhere it seems. I ignore them but it has always fascinated me the variety of people one sees. No matter where it is that you're people-watching there is one thing you can count on, the fatter the person, the more food they are sure to be carrying and eating. The first minute of people-watching produced three very large people, their hands full with food stuff. One hand with huge pieces of fried dough covered in sugar representing at least 2000 calories per piece and in their other hand they had a quart of sugar-free diet-soda so they can pretend they're watching their weight. Across the boardwalk near the ramp that led up from the street were five guys about 16 years old who all had the same haircut... buzz cuts. By the posture of the the various boys it was easy to guess who the leader of the group was. Four of the kids were focused on one tall boy with blond buzzed hair who was smoking a cigarette, talking and pointing his finger at one of the boys. Shortly they all broke-up laughing. The blond kid was so good looking he took my breath away. First the twins and now this kid. Jeez. What excellent viewing material in Wildwood this year! So hot!! I watched the group for fifteen minutes until the 'leader of the pack' nodded his head in the direction of the amusement rides and they all stepped off together in that direction. A real cute, young looking kid got right next to the blond boy and they walked together. It was odd, they had the same swagger as if one of them was imitating the other. The cute kid stayed almost as close to the blond boy as the twins stayed to each other. Where the tall blond boy went, that's where the cute, young-looking kid went. How interesting. I waited a few seconds, then followed them down the boardwalk trying to get close enough to hear what they were talking about. I'd never have the guts to get a close buzz cut like those guys have. The buzzed heads looked cool on them though and, I don't know, it was almost like they were daring someone to say something about it. The original group met-up with two more buzzed-boys at the Double-Shot amusement ride. The new guys were both short and one of them had buzzed bright, red hair and bizarre hoop ear rings and tattoos, plus a stud in his lower lip. That is one strange looking pirate. He stayed close to an average looking kid who was about the same size as the red head. Nothing particularly unusual about his buddy until he smiled and then, Jesus, his smile made me smile. Contagious grin too. What a bizarre group. I thought, "What the fuck, this is too interesting to pass-up" and I bought a ticket and stood in line for the Double-Shot right behind the buzz-cut-seven. They appeared to ignore everyone else as they goofed around and made fun of each other. I could tell it was all in good fun. Lots of laughing and poking each other in the side or rubbing heads and blowing smoke rings in faces. All kinds of inside jokes and the general sort of messing-around that teens do. I was wearing sunglasses and a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball cap. I had my hands in my pockets casually playing with myself as I stared at this exotic group of boys. Taking me completely by surprise, the leader kid turns his head and looks directly at me saying, "Why don't ya take a fucking picture, it'll last longer, dick head." The other six boys stopped talking and stared at me. I had no clue he'd even noticed me up till then. Well, I am not a fighter and even though these kids were a couple years younger than me, even if I were a fighter... well hell, there are seven of them. I said, "Sa sa sorry for staring. I, I was really just day-dreaming. Nothing personal." The cute kid next to the blond boy says, "Oh, he's OK, Mike. He's not looking for trouble." Mike says, "Shut-up Richie. Nobody's talking to you." and to me he says, "Ya got any cigarettes on ya?" As he's saying that he was pushing one of his boys out of the way to get directly in front of me. Other people in line began to take notice of some sort of confrontation. I held both my hands up in front of my chest, palms out and said, " No cigarettes, I'm sorry, but I don't smoke and Richie's right, I'm not looking for trouble." Mike's hand shot out hitting the bill of my baseball cap sending it flying. I was startled as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head down making me bend at the waist. The first jerk on my hair made me bite my bottom lip and I tasted blood. " I said, "Hey, what the fuck?" I couldn't believe he had the nerve to do this right in front of all these people. God, he really pulled on my hair and my god damn lip stung and felt like it was swelling-up. "Ouch! Jesus Christ, that hurts, man", I whined as I held onto his wrist. Mike pulled my head towards him until the top of my forehead hit his solid, flat stomach. He was very strong and he easily pushed my head down further until my nose was pressed into his crotch. He humped his hips into my face and said, "You wish you could blow me, don't ya? Well, answer me." I tried to say something like "please let go of my hair, I don't want to blow you", but my mouth was pressed against his crotch. He had my neck bent back in a very uncomfortable position. I could feel his penis pushing side-ways against my mouth. My words were totally muffled into his cargo shorts leaving a wet trail of my blood-tinged saliva along the front of them. He twisted his fist putting more pressure into the hair pulling and lifted up. My head followed wherever he put the pressure. My face was dragged against his body, up his crotch, up past his belly, his chest and finally his face. The further up he pulled my head the closer I had to shuffle my feet toward him. The other guys stared and giggled and swallowed hard. A couple of them had their hands in their pockets playing with themselves. This Mike kid was a few inches taller than me so when I ended-up standing flat against his body my nose was level with and pressed into his chin. His hand holding a fist full of my hair was just above his nose and I could see his slightly bulging bicep out of my left eye. It didn't seem like he was exerting a hell of a lot of effort controlling me. I smelled cigarette smoke and juicy fruit gum on his breath. Other than that his face smelled good. I was lightly holding him at his waist. He pulled-up on my hair harder and I went totally up tight against his body from my toes to my face. I was pressing into him. My right sunglasses' lens was pressed into his nose. He had hold of my hair with his right hand and with his left hand he rubbed up the back of my long hair once slowly as if he were playing with it, almost a caress, almost a hug. Then he'd start by grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing it for a second, then rub up my back tightly and finally up the back of my head again. His body against mine began to feel so good. Real low he said to me, "Relax a little, kid. Just do what I tell ya. You're doing fine. Relax against me. Do it, relax! It'll be OK" and I did what he told me to do. Something in his voice made me want to please him. Odd, I know. I let my body relax and he lessened the hold on my hair a tiny bit. It was such a weird feeling to be against this strange, tough boy as he squeezed the back of my neck. Initially my body was stiff as a board, but I was very docile for him now. Waiting for him to tell me what to do next. I couldn't get any tighter up against him if someone strapped us together. Also it was obvious I was getting short of breath and my dick was stirring, moving actually. How incredibly strange. My mind thought briefly of Ryjohn and how he had done a variation of this control thing on me in the Philadelphia projects. As I leaned into Mike's body I was positive now that I was starting to get a boner. I hoped he would say something else so I could hear that voice again. He moved his cheek back and forth against the hair on the side of my head as he continued to rub from my ass up to the back of my head. I continued to lean into him and I really wanted to wrap my arms around him and hug him. My eyes started stinging for some reason. Just when I was thinking everything would be fine like he said it would, he tightened his grasp on my hair, pulled it hard and then pushed my head away from him real fast just before yanking it one last time and then letting go. My sunglasses jerked off my face falling to the boards. The falling sunglasses were followed lazily by a dozen or more of my hairs that Mike had pulled out of my head. One of the buzzed kids quickly quickly picked up my sunglasses and put them on. The cute kid, Richie, said, "Kyle found a pair of sunglasses on the boardwalk. They look cool on you Klye." To me Mike said, "We don't like being stared at, asshole. Got it?" The entire incident lasted about a minute. Gasping, I said, "Fuck dude, I'm outta here." I turned around and left the Double-Shot line and quickly walked away. Mike called-out, "Fag". They all stayed put because they didn't want to lose their place in line for the ride. All the buzzcut boys exchanged looks and grins with each other. There was some high-fiving and fist to fist bumping. I looked quickly at the one who was wearing my sunglasses and he jerked his chin up aggressively like he was saying, "I'm keeping them. What are you going to do about it." Others in line, those not with the buzz-cut gang, looked puzzled as if they were thinking, "What was that....?" I looked for my baseball cap and couldn't spot it for a few seconds and then I saw the wind blow it off the boardwalk and down to the beach toward the ocean. That was my favorite hat. Screw it! Looking back across the boardwalk at Mike and the rest of them still in line, three of the guys saw me looking at them and gave me the finger. Mike had his arm around Richie's shoulders whispering something to him. That whole thing was so off-the-wall and unnecessary. Then the buzzcut kid with that unbelievable smile stared over at me and when we made eye contact he gave me another one of his big smiles and in spite of the whole humiliating affair I incongruously smiled back at him. He sort of waved at me and mouthed "See ya around, maybe." That was one more weird aspect to this delightful affair. "See ya around." I thought, "Not if I see you first." Naturally I was terribly embarrassed and felt like a complete dork, loser. I started in on myself with the, "I should have kicked him in the balls" and, the popular rationalization, "he wouldn't act so tough if he wasn't with his fucking gang of skin-heads" and other childish stuff like that. Trying to save face to myself. The fact of the matter is I got caught staring at those guys by that bad-ass tough kid, Mike. He didn't like the staring so he made me submit to his will which humiliated me and then I ran away losing my cap and my sunglasses in the process. Being brutally honest, that's what happened. Thank God they didn't want to lose their place in line. It was a very unnerving experience and my face got red just thinking about what a coward I'd been and how poorly I'd handled myself. I wouldn't let myself even think about the fact that I wanting to hug Mike or think about how I wanted to please him. I tried to tell myself "what the fuck could I have done differently?" And then I thought, " I'd never see any of them again so what do I care?". But whenever I thought about it my face got hot and red again. Shit! That little bit of real life ruined a great day for me. >From now on I'd be on the look-out for the buzz-cut boys and any others like them. I needed a little more caution in my approach to guys, more like the old days. Things had been going my way lately and I got careless. But, holy shit, was that kid good looking. Unreal! His cute little buddy and him made a real hot picture together. Of course, the reality of it is that there was nothing 'gay' about that group. All macho straight guys. My face got red again thinking about being bullied by kids two or three years younger than me. Can't get it out of my head just yet. God damnit, but life can suck at times. I walked some more on the boardwalk with my head down and then taking off my topsiders I went down to the beach to walk near the ocean to try to clear my head of this most embarrassing experience, the worse one I'd had in years. Eventually I let myself start daydreaming about Cristobal again. I went over in my mind the ways he fucked me that one night we had together. I wanted to think of something positive. Then without planning it, I substituted the blond buzz-cut kid and imagined him being gay and him fucking me instead of Cristobal. Oh my God, I really do need to jerk off. First the twins, then reminiscing about Cristobal and now that sexy-scary Mike winds-up in my fantasy. I am going to blow a load in my shorts if I don't calm down. I headed back to the house and happily found it empty. I got completely naked in the bathroom and slowly fisted my boner while pushing my Vaseline coated middle finger in and out of my hole. God it felt good to pretend I was getting fucked. I made it last as long as I could and then, oh my, did I ever shoot off a load of spunk. I saw black streaming dots behind my eyes because I'd held my breath too long before that explosive climax. Damn! That was good. Afterward I decided to take a bath instead of a shower to just try to relax a little and get a little further away from my humiliation at the Double-Shot. A lot of sexual teasing today, but the 'wank' had helped a great deal. Jerking-off had been making me feel better about things for many years now. I can always depend on that. I'm resilient and after that long bath I was feeling better about life. Wearing only gym shorts I went out on the back deck to have a coke and check-out the view. It was a beautiful early evening. The twins were out there husking ears of corn, but I didn't call out to them and they never looked over at me. God, are they something though. An hour or so later Mom and Dad surprised me by taking me out to dinner. Dad said it's our first night on vacation and mom shouldn't have to cook. We went to a very nice seafood restaurant and I had deep-fried soft-shell crabs with tartar sauce, french fries and cole slaw and early Jersey tomatoes. Fabulous. I felt much better. Later that night I went back up on the boards to mingle with the huge crowds. I watched-out for the buzz-cut kids, of course. And I also watched-out for that one in a million chance of hooking up with a gay teen about my age who was cute and who thought I was too. I'm soooo sure we'll hook-up. No luck with the gay teen hook-up, but around nine o'clock I did hook-up with the twins. We went on rides together for the next two hours and we really hit it off. They said they wished their brother would spend more time with them instead of him golfing all the time. The three of us walked back home together too. Getting to know the twins better was a blast and really picked up my spirits. Squeezing in next to those two on the different amusement rides was a blast too. The three of us liked the 'thrill' rides the best. The twins appeared totally oblivious to all our bodily contact. I, on the other hand, was not. Hiding my boner took most of my free time. Like I said, it was fun. All that first week I met the twins on the beach and we swam together or Nathan and Noah buried me in the sand or we threw a football around and lots of other beach stuff too. Nathan was a very clever and funny kid...Noah was so sweet it took a concentrated effort not to hug him and kiss his cheek. What a perfect pair the twins were. Mrs Fat and Mr Lean got use to me and the situation was helped along a great deal when my mom and dad became chummy with the twins' parents. We all sat together on the beach every day. Each afternoon the twins would nag me to take them for a ride in the Mini with the top down. They took turns riding shotgun. It was fun hanging with those young kids. Made me feel young again. Friday of that first week the Norths were having a cook-out and invited mom, dad and me to join them. I went over to the Norths' place early to help the twins get the grill fired-up. The first person I saw was a light skinned black guy about twenty or twenty-one years old. Nice looking with a mix of African and American facial features. I thought of a young Tiger Woods when I first saw him, but then realized this kid was better looking than Tiger. He was putting cans of beer in a cooler filled with ice. His hair was curled somehow and was about two inches long all over his head. It wasn't what I'd call an Afro, it was more styled and really looked cool. He did too. He was about two inches taller than me which makes him about six feet. Thin build. He was wearing a white, wife-beater undershirt and baggy cargo shorts that reached half way between his knees and his feet. Bare feet. A thin gold chain around his neck and a gold colored rope bracelet on his wrist. I wondered who he was, while at the same time thinking, "Jesus, one good looking kid after another. Wildwood really rocks this year!". The black guy looked up as I came around the fence and said, "Oh, Hi. You must be Oliver, right? You're all the boys talk about lately." I wanted to let that sink in some, but he was heading over with his hand out so I shook hands and said, "The twins talk about me?" He said, "I'm their brother, Alexander...well, half brother." And he giggled, then added, "I probably didn't have to mention the half brother bit...it's pretty obvious, no? " I said, "Huh?" He did that giggle again and said, "Yes, the twins talk about you all the time." I said "Huh?" again and laughed along with his giggle because he made me nervous. There was something a little 'off' with Alexander. Thankfully, Nathan and Noah came running around the corner of the house yelling "Alexander! How'd you hit it today?". He told the twins to come over to him and when they did he made a big deal out of hugging and giving them each long kisses on the cheek which caused Nathan to say, "You better not let mom catch you kissing us, Alexander." He said, "Don't I know it, but you're both so yummy I have to take the chance once in awhile. I shot a 78 today Nathan, with one double bogie so it was pretty fucking good. No?" Nathan agreed it was fabulous and then he came up next to me with Noah right by his side and they both pointed at my face as Nathan said, "Didn't I tell you that Oliver is just your type, Alexander?" I felt like Oliver in Wonderland. I just couldn't remember going down the rabbit hole, or whatever it was Alice went through or down or whatever. I was very confused with this whole deal. Alexander said to the twins, "See the look on your friend Oliver's face. He don't know what the fuck is what. Do you Oliver?" When he said "Do you Oliver?" he casually cupped the back of my head with his left hand and pushed the hair up off my forehead with his right hand and without waiting for me to answer if I knew what the fuck is what he said to the twins, "What do ya think? If I did Oliver's hair in a shorter cut and combed it up in front it would show off his cute face better. Don't ya think?" I said, "What?" All three of the boys laughed and Nathan and Noah came over and hugged both Alexander and me at the same time. We looked like a miniature Rugby scrum. I wanted to maintain this position for...oh I don't know, how about an hour. The boys hair smelled good and Alexander was wearing some masculine-smelling cologne. I liked being squeezed into all three of them, they were all so clean. "What the hell are you up to now, Alexander?" was the rather provocative question Mr North asked in a bored, monotone voice as he was walking out the back door. He had a six pack of Pepsi Cola for the cooler. "Oh, hi Pop. We're cool. Not up to anything really. I shot 78 over at the Valley Course today. With a double bogey on the par 3 fifth." "Seventy-eight? No shit, that's good." Mr North and Alexander walked into the house talking about Alexander's golf score. I turned to the twins with a puzzled look on my face. Nathan said, "What?" as if to say, "isn't everything perfectly clear?" and he and Noah started one of their hugging laugh-a-thons. When they calmed down they filled me in a little bit as we were lighting the char coal for the grill. It seems their mother use to be married to a black football player, a wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys way back when. At the time, Mrs North was a real beauty queen and she was one of the Dallas Cowboy cheer leaders. With a dead pan delivery Nathan said, "She's put on a few pounds since then." He went on to tell me that Alexander's father was a cool, good looking guy, but for whatever reason, after they had baby Alexander, the mother started screwing around with the current Mr North. Referring to his father, Nathan said, "He had hair back then". She eventually divorced the football player to marry the twins' father and they, the twins, followed shortly. Mrs North obviously got custody of baby Alexander and Mr North adopted him so all the boys have the same last name. Nathan took hold of my chin and pulled my face around to look right into his beautiful big green eyes and asked me if I understood everything. The twins were the ultimate touchy/feely boys. It was all funny to Nathan as he added with a shrug, "And, Oh yes, Oliver, he's gay. Alexander I mean, not the football player," Nathan said all this with that big grin on his face and then started laughing again with Noah. The Norths were big fans of laughter. I tried to absorb all this information while the twins hugged and went on another laughing spree. When they calmed down I asked, "How about you and Noah? Are you boys gays too?" Nathan said, "Noah, we're going to scare Oliver away." They laughed some more. I waited. When they stopped laughing Nathan said, "No, were not gay Oliver." He said it as if that should be obvious. Then he added as an after thought, "No need to worry. Noah and me hug each other all the time because we're use to doing that. It's a habit we started before we could even walk, but we're far from gay. Identical twins are weird sometimes, Oliver, but you're safe with us. Isn't Oliver safe with us Noah?" Noah vigorously shook his head in the affirmative." "Shit", I said to myself. Nathan continued to fill me in as we got the charcoal fire going good. He told me that Alexander had come 'out' to the family at age sixteen and since then he has developed some "gay body-language" which pops-up from time to time. It's probably what I subconsciously picked-up initially when I thought there was something a little "off" with Alexander. He has just finished a one year unisex hair design course in New York City at a hair style 'college' and after the summer vacation Mr and Mrs North are going to set him up in his own salon. Nathan said, "Alexander loves to cut guys hair and he hates Noah and me for having pony tails. Doesn't he Noah?" And they were off on another laugh riot. As the evening progressed my folks were introduced and after doing double takes when they learned Alexander was Nathan and Noah's brother everything settled down. I knew Alexander was gay, but no one told my folks, not that they would care all that much anyway. We all soon discovered that Alexander was a smoker too and this didn't seem to bother anybody either. I've never had any interest in smoking and didn't normally care for the smell of cigarette smoke either. That being said, I did think that Alexander looked especially hot when he smoked his Marlboro, letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and nose. Of course, maybe it was knowing he was gay that made him look so hot to me. I'm not sure. He was flirting with me something terrible, but not so that anyone else could see him, just me. I had to smile, but I had no intention of showing him or anybody else my inclination toward boys. I wasn't ready to "come out" as they say. I didn't have anywhere near enough confidence for that. No thank you! After dinner the conversation turned to Alexander's career. The four adults plus Alexander had finished off a lot of beer. The twins and me had none. Mr North was slurring his words as he told us, in sort of a bragging way, that he had leased the building already; the one for Alexander's unisex salon. We all acted impressed. One thing led to another and they started teasing me that I should let Alexander style my hair because my hair was unruly and looked bad. What do drunks know about unruly hair? I thought that to myself, but just smiled at everyone without sharing my thoughts about that with them. The truth is they were right about my hair. I'd intended to let it grow so I could put it in one of those short pony tails like Cristobal and the twins have. At the moment my hair was in-between being too long for a normal hair style and not quite long enough for the pony tail. I knew it didn't look too cool and I'd been wavering on forgetting about the pony tail for a couple of weeks now, but I'm not about to let some guy cut my hair after he has had six or seven beers. I declined Alexander's offer of a free hair styling "worth $65.00". whoop-de-doo! Later on Alexander came over and we talked about where I was going to college. He told me how he'd gone to a liberal arts college for a year and discovered it wasn't for him. He wanted to do something creative and he had always had this 'thing' about cutting hair, especially guys' hair. So, his step-dad told him to pick a career that Alexander could be happy with, whatever it might be. If you could go to a job everyday that you really liked you'll be a happy, better person for it. Seems like good advice and especially good if you have rich parents who can hook you up with your own business at age 20, but I didn't say any of that either. Truth is Alexander is a real good kid even if he's a little tiny bit feminine with his arm movements and things. He is a sincerely nice person. And very, very good looking. Mrs North must have been gorgeous before she put on the extra 150 pounds to have kids who looked like these three do. She must be close to 250 pounds now and it's hard to see the beauty through all that blubber. Once the North parents got to know me and feel comfortable with me I discovered they were actually very nice people and my mom and dad and me were growing fond of them. There was already talk about coordinating next year's vacation so we'd all be here at the same time. Great idea! In short order the twins came over to where Alexander and I were talking. They were so use to being close to each other at all times that they just naturally got close to me or to Alexander or anyone they were interacting with. I loved it. The boys smelled good and they always had a hand on my shoulder or my wrist or back and it was just a nice feeling. Looking at them was fun too. I smiled and laughed a lot as the boys' laughter became more and more contagious. Just before we were going to wrap-up the cook-out Alexander looked me in the eyes and said, "Please, Oliver. Your hair could look so cool. Let me style it the way I think it will look best. Pleaseeeeee." I gave in to him and said, "OK, but not tonight." Oh, what a happy face on Alexander. We agreed that tomorrow before he went off golfing he'd give me a entirely new look. Ten in the morning. I felt kind of excited knowing that I'd be alone with a 20 year old gay kid who was going to be cutting my hair, and who knows what else. Jeez, I'm really getting daring in my old age. to be continued...... Donny Mumford