Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 12:35:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oliver's Summer Vacation Part 2 ....WILDWOOD CONCLUSION

In Wildwood I always go to bed later than my parents
and get-up after they've left for the beach.  I love
sleeping-in.  This year we're staying in  a brand new
duplex and everything in it is new too.  The mattress
on my bed is new, and excellent.  I slept a deep sleep
on it.  This morning I turned over and glanced at the
clock on the night stand... 10:12am.  Oops!  I was
suppose to be at Alexanders' for that free $65.00
haircut at 10:00am sharp.  Into the bathroom for my
daily routine,  very regular sorts of things.  I
didn't hurry with it.

Munching on a chocolate donut, skipping down the back
stairs and across to the North's house.   The door
opened before I could knock.   Alexander was right
there saying, "Oooh,  I was worried you changed your
mind, Oliver".  He has such a nice way about him.
He'd spoken with a sad lilt to his voice, not a
pissed-off one.  Very likable guy.  I said. "Sorry,
Alexander."  and explain that I'd over-slept, not
changed my mind..   He gave me a small grin, nodded
his head and said, "Oh, that's great Oliver,  thanks
for letting me give you a haircut.  I really need to
stay in practice."  So sincere, is Alexander.

He had a mini barbershop set-up in the foyer with a
captain-style bar stool from the kitchen ready for me
there on the foyer's hardwood floor.    A table with
barber tools close by.  There was a round, hand-held
mirror leaning up against the wall.   "Please sit down
Oliver.  I know exactly how I'm going to cut your
hair.  I've given it a lot of thought.   This haircut
is popular in Europe for young kewl dudes,  just right
for you.  It's starting to show-up in the trendier
salons in the US now, but we're always behind in guy's
hair styles in the U.S. for some fucking reason."

 I sat down  and Alexander held my head in both his
hands and exclaimed,  " Oh Oliver, your head-shape is
so perfect for this and you have wonderful hair so you
will probably catch on fire after your new haircut,
that's how hot you're going to look".   I said," Holy
shit, Alexander," as  I started  asking what kind of
haircut he was talking about, but before I could say
another word he put his finger against my lips and
leaned his face close to mine to say,    "Shhh.  Don't
talk Oliver...I cut hair listening to music only.  No
talking.  I must concentrate."

There was an iPod in a player on the kitchen counter
and it was putting-out slow, moody Van Morrison songs
with the volume turned down low.  What the hell,  I
might as well  try to enjoy the salon treatment.  If
that's what this is.  I always get my hair cut in a
barber shop that has a red, white and blue poll
outside the door.  The barbers are usually old hacks
with little style, bad attitudes and too much boring
conversation.   Alexander was all business and very
serious.  No joking around.  His talk about different
haircut styles reminded me of my never-to-be-forgotten
best bud, Tyler.  From the time he was about eleven
years old he was very concerned about his appearance.
He tried all kinds of different haircuts and he'd ask
me how I liked each one.  I always said he looked
"kewl" because I always thought he did.  I never cared
much one way or the other how my hair was cut.  I
still don't.

Alexander put a black cape on me and fastened it
around my neck.  The tightness was gaged by using his
fingers between the cape and the back of my neck to
see that it was just right.  The coolness of his
fingers felt good against my neck.  Clip the cape at
the proper tightness and then a hand on each of my
shoulders to smooth the cape and a simultaneous
squeeze of my shoulders.  Right after the squeezed
shoulders he squeezed the back of my neck twice and
then quickly followed that with a ten-fingered massage
up the back of my head,  using only his finger tips on
my scalp.  He massaged my scalp while pushing my head
down so that my chin hit my chest.  I had chills and
goose bumps all over me.  It felt good,  my body did a
little shudder.

It did feel good,  but it was odd too,  sitting there
letting Alexander do what he wanted and me not knowing
what was coming next.  The silence, except for the low
moody music, along with all the touching put me into a
trance-like state of mind.  Very relaxing, almost a
little scary.  Alexander began slowly combing my
longish hair,  first from the front of my head all the
way down the back and then from the nape of my neck
all the way to the front.  That felt good too,
tingling all over my scalp.  My hair was very clean.
Last night, just before going to bed,  I'd  washed it
twice in the shower so Alexander would have clean hair
to cut.

When he was satisfied my hair was just right for
cutting he combed a batch of it up and held it out
from my head between his index and middle fingers and
with barber's scissors he cut through this hair just
above his fingers.  I heard a scrunching sound as the
scissors sliced easily through all that hair.  A pile
of my hair, about six inches long, fell on the cape
and cascaded down to settle in my lap where the cape
had formed a pocket.  The pocket in the cape, between
my legs, is where a great deal of my shiny clean hair
ended up that morning.  The hair Alexander didn't
cut-off was about an inch long.  Lower down near my
ears and neck he cut it shorter than that.   As my
hair was piling up in my lap there was that little
nervous thought in my head that I'd put myself in
Alexander's hands and...... was that a mistake?

Alexander was not shy.  He cut hair from the sides and
back of my head for the next ten minutes or so.  He
was extremely deliberate about everything he did and
there was absolutely no hurrying.  Just scrunch after
scrunch and piles of hair falling free from my head,
and no talking.   I had to admire his confidence.  He
knew what he wanted to do and he didn't feel he had to
explain or apologize about his decision or his action.
 It gave me hope that perhaps he actually did  know
what he was doing.

He cut a lot of hair off the top of my head too,  but
he cut it at different lengths on top.  It was shorter
closest to the sides of my head and left longer
towards the middle.  That trance-like state continued
as I sat there, very still and just letting him do as
he wished with my hair.  Of course, knowing he was a
gay boy like me,  plus the fact that I liked him,  had
a lot to do with me letting him loose on my hair.

My hair style wasn't ever of much concern to me.  This
was much more about a new experience per se, rather
than a haircut.  Generally speaking, I was more
willing, anxious even,  to explore new things lately.
After my thrilling experience with Christobal I felt I
was finally coming out of my shell.  The unfortunate
incident on the boardwalk was a set-back, of course,
but I recovered from it pretty well.... I think.

Alexander cut my hair for about fifteen minutes. When
he put the comb and scissors down he began
meticulously  outlining around my ears and the back of
my neck with that electric vibrating trimmer thing
which caused more chills to roam around my body.  It
had been quite some time since my ears were last seen
sticking out  like they did now, no hair concealing
them.   A little hair gel and he combed my hair up
from the top of my head towards the middle.  I was
sorry that he was almost done because the trance-like
state is very relaxing and enjoyable and I'd begun to
love the way he  fussed over me...

Finally he was satisfied with his work.  First he
inspected my head from all angles.  He'd put his
fingers under my chin to tilt my head up or to the
side.  He'd push my head down so my chin hit my chest
again and snip a little bit here or there.  When he
was satisfied that he was actually really, really
satisfied he stood behind me and held the mirror in
front of me with his arm resting on my shoulder so
that I could inspect his craftsmanship.  I liked the
haircut that I saw in his mirror although it was very
different from any haircut I'd ever had.   I did
recognized this particular style though,  I'd seen it
on some of the gay models on boy sites I peek at from
time to time.  No reason to share that information
with Alexander.

The hair style is fairly short all around the sides
and back,  but on top it's left longer to comb up.
You comb from the left and from the right to have the
hairs stick up on top, longest hairs are almost two
inches near the center of my head.  I'm not describing
it well, but I thought it looked cool and I'll leave
it at that.  Tyler would have been proud of me for
trying something new.

I told Alexander I loved it and that he's very
talented and I gave him all kinds of compliments.
Standing behind me he bent his head down to my level,
then rested his chin on my shoulder between his arm
and my head.  His hair tickled the side of my jaw.  We
looked into the reflection of each others' eyes in the
mirror.  He said, "Do you really like it, Oliver?"  I
reassured him.... again.  Really!     He was right
next to me and it felt funny, but he smelled good; not
cologne this time, just him.

We looked at each other in the mirror some more and I
was wondering what this was all about.  It was odd,
but I was still relaxed and, more or less, still in
that trance-like state.   Alexander lifted up his head
and moved the side of his face against mine..... our
faces were touching.  I froze, still staring at the
mirror.  His beautiful brown face felt so silky smooth
against my cheek.  His big, chocolate-brown puppy dog
eyes stared into my eyes in the mirror reflection as
he quietly said, "Is this OK, Oliver?"

I wanted desperately to say, "No, it's not OK,
back-off" ...but I couldn't form the words and as the
seconds ticked by I finally nodded my head one time up
and down, rubbing against his cheek,  indicating that,
"yes, this is OK,  Alexander".  He dropped the mirror
in my lap and hugged my shoulders, then hugged around
my neck pressing his face against the side of my face
more tightly.

During the past eight years of my life I've longed for
a boy my age to hug and kiss, and be gay buddies
with....... and everything that goes with that.
Twenty-four hours with Cristobal is the total extent
of my wish fulfillment along those lines. The best
twenty-four hours of my life, by the way.  But
twenty-four hours, one single day,  out of eight years
isn't much.  Cristobal gave me a taste of how
wonderful it was to be with another boy.  So, with
that thought swirling in my head, I simply wasn't a
strong enough person to tell Alexander "no".    I
would never have approached him, but I can't tell him
"no" when he asked me if it's OK to do what I yearned
so much to do.  The side of his face felt too good
next to mine to tell him "no",  much too good.  Plus,
I thought the reflection of our faces in the mirror
looked real nice there,  together like that....

Alexander moved his head a little and kissed the
corner of my mouth.  I literally gasped. It brought me
out of my trance-like state of mind... the kiss felt
like an electric shock, a very nice electric shock.
So nice I  wanted more.   His full lips kissed my lips
and we opened our mouths and our tongues found each
other and together we did a quiet pleasure moan.  He
kissed good.  He must have had a cigarette earlier in
the morning  because I tasted a faint nicotine taste,
it was like a forbidden taste and it added to my
arousal.

Alexander is a handsome African/American boy and
everything about him became more and more exotic to me
 with every move of his hands on my body and with
every lick on my face and lips.  My eyes were half
closed concentrating on the pleasure Alexander was
giving me.   My cock was as hard as it can get.
Alexander whispered to me,  with his lips wetting my
ear, "Please let me suck your cock, Oliver.
Please..I'll do you better than you've ever been done"
 and he sucked my whole ear into his mouth and his
tongue moved around inside it.  I rose a little off
the stool, it was so unexpected and so sensual.

I was going "Ah ah, oh..yes "   Words were very
difficult to get out.  Alexander in his usual
deliberate way, pulled away from my ear,  undid the
cape from around my neck and scooped all the hair to
the middle of the cape.  He picked the mirror up and
put it on the table.  I stared at his every move.  He
was so smooth with everything he did, like a cat.   He
made a bundle of the hair and the cape and pulled it
off me.  My pants formed a tent in my lap.  Dropping
the bundle, he knelt down in front of me, unfastened a
snap on his shorts and pulled out his long dark boner.


I stared at it while panting little breaths, my eyes
blinking rapidly.  His boner was longer than mine,
but not fat.  It looked enticing and the entire scene
had me very stimulated.  Alexander stroked his cock a
few times in that unhurried, smooth manner of his,
with eyes lightly closed.  Pre-cum ran over his
fingers.   Then, putting his hands on top of my
thighs,  with his long hard boner bobbing between his
legs,  he looked up at me with a serious look on his
face and said, "OK, Oliver?"   I did the little head
nod again as if I were back in that trance.  Maybe I
was.

He pulled my swim suit off in one swift motion without
me even lifting my butt off the stool seat to help
him.  The swim suit was left dangling around my ankles
as my boner bounced back against me and smacked off my
belly.  I wanted to be more assessable to Alexander
so, with my feet on the bottom rung of the stool for
support,  I inched my butt toward the front part of
the seat some, my boner bobbing with each of my
movements.

After stroking it three time Alexander put the head of
my cock against his front teeth and sucked on it with
those full delicious lips of his, then he rubbed it
across his perfectly white teeth.  He said, "Mmmmmm".
In short order he sucked my whole boner inside his
mouth and an inch or so went down his throat.   I did
lift my butt off the seat then, going "Ump Ump oh oh
...."   Cristobal and me hadn't done any oral sex
together so this was a first-time experience for me
and it wasn't at all disappointing..

He pulled back off my boner and lipped it and tongued
it until I squirmed on the stool saying, "Ahhh, Oh
Alexander that's,  oh".   Alexander began stroking his
hard, hard boner as he sucked on mine. Every time I
looked down at him his eyes were looking up at me.  I
saw liquid drool out the side of his mouth as precum
rolled out of my cock's pee slit.   Everything was
feeling good.  I squirmed in my seat purring out,  "Oh
Alexander, this really is sooooo fine".

 Leaning forward slightly and reaching down I took two
handfuls of his hair which was soft and dense and full
and spongy.  It felt great and I clasped and unclasped
handfuls of it before massaging his scalp and the back
of his neck with my finger tips.  My head lolled back
and  I moaned with the pleasure of it all.  He'd been
stroking himself for no more than four minutes when he
blew a lot of air on my boner and almost immediately I
heard his first cum shot splat up against the bottom
of my stool.  Oh, so sexy knowing Alexander had just
climaxed!  He fired off a few more blasts grunting
around my hard cock with each one.

After his climax Alexander caught his breath and then
increased his efforts on my boner. He sucked on my
cock and lapped it with his perfect tongue until I was
holding onto his head for balance and lifting out of
my seat.  Letting out a "Wheeeeee" sound I creamed in
his mouth like I was taking a piss, it was that hard
of a cum stream.  The cum flew out of my cock with
Alexander still sucking on it,  my boner was a fat
straw.

He maintained the suction on the head of my cock
pulling the cum up and out.  I was squealing by the
time he let my cock slip out of that fabulous mouth of
his.  He smacked his lips and smiling up at me with
his cute face he said, "Yum."  I could see his own cum
on the back of the fingers of his right hand.  I
smiled and breathlessly said, "That the best you can
do?"

We exchanged pleased looks and little grins,  not
really moving around much for a couple of minutes.
Alexander, now sitting back on his ankles on the floor
in front of me was absently rubbing up and down the
fine hairs on my legs as he stared at my softening
cock.  Finally he said, "I really like your little
package there, Oliver.  Choice!"  I said, "Little?"
He chuckled,  telling me it was just a figure of
speech as he lazily stood-up and put himself together.
 "That was hotter than hot, Oliver, but I got to think
about changing clothes fairly soon so I can get out of
here.  I can't miss my tee-time.  Golf is what I like
second best in the world.  You just moved up to the #1
spot, Cutey".  He smiled and patted my cheek like I
was a little kid.  I felt sort of like a little kid,
sitting there on that stool after my "home"
haircut......not to mention my "home" blow-job.

 I got off the stool and we instinctively hugged.
Alexander held a kiss on the side of my forehead.  It
made me feel special.  His body felt one thousand
times better than my recent date Patty's body had
felt..... no, make that one million times better.
After our hug and kiss we cleaned-up the barber area
by sweeping-up my hair clippings and emptying the
cape, cleaning up some of Alexander's random cum shots
and things like that.  We talked generally about our
other gay sexual experiences.  Alexander had more of
them than me of course, but not as much as I would
have guessed.

He was 'out' to his family, but not to too many
others.  He'd had a boyfriend for about a year during
that first year of college.   The sex was "light"
though because the boyfriend wasn't ready to admit he
was really gay.  After the boyfriend moved, Alexander
had two other short flings with guys at his barber
college.  "Nothing memorable", he said.   Alexander
said he'd picked-up 'something' with his 'gaydar' last
night while flirting with me.  So, he purposely
touched and fussed over me more than he needed to
during the haircut and I seemed to be enjoying it.
OK, so-far,so-good.  Next,  he put his arm on my
shoulder while holding the mirror and then his chin on
my shoulder.  I never objected to either move so he
took a chance with his cheek against my cheek.  He
said he was hot for me and willing to go out on a
limb.

Sitting in the kitchen now, on my haircut stool,  and
drinking orange juice, I listened to him explain these
things while I absently ran my fingers over my head
enjoying the feel of my short haircut.  Alexander was
in his room changing into his golf clothes.  He came
out in two minutes smoking a cigarette, wearing light
tan cargo shorts and a white Polo golf shirt. On his
feet a pair of sandals.  He was carrying black and
white golf shoes with black ankle-socks sticking out
of the left shoe.  He looked real nice.

"Thank you, Oliver.  This was the best morning I can
remember having, well...ever."  He explained that he
wanted to stay and "play" some more, but he'd really
screw-up the other three guys in his foursome if he
did.  If you miss a daily tee-time you forfeit future
ones. He and his three buddies had set-up tee-times
for every day they'd be in Wildwood.... and the fact
is....at the shore, in the summer, the tee-times were
hard to come by.  He was really sorry, but he just
couldn't screw it up for his buds.  I told him it was
fine and that I understood, although I really didn't.
I'm not a golfer.

He walked over to me while taking a drag on his
Marlboro and putting his golf shoes on the kitchen
counter next to my drink.  He said, "Thanks for being
so understanding, Oliver" and he kissed me as I sat on
the stool.  Cigarette smoke came out of both our
mouths and some out of his nose.  The kiss was so
yummy I didn't mind the taste of the cigarette,  it
actually made everything sexier some how.  Alexander
must have thought so too  because he took another drag
on his cigarette and we did it again, longer this
time.  I wanted to do it all morning.  Alexander made
a low moaning noise in his throat, but I don't think
he even realized he'd made it.  We were having quite
an affect on each other.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and we sucked each
others tongue and sucked each others lips and licked
long licks across each others face and my boner was
back hard as ever.  He was moaning openly now and in
between kisses he'd give me compliments about how I
taste and smell and feel and it was very hot and very
special.  He said that white boys are so pretty and I
told him to check-out a mirror when he had a chance,
that he'd see something pretty there for sure..
Alexander was making-out with me even hotter than
Cristobal did.  Or, maybe I forget how hot Cristobal
was, but Alexander had me clinging to him.  I wanted
to eat him..

We calmed down a little and made plans to meet in my
bedroom the next morning as soon as he saw my folks
leave for the beach.  We were hugging each other
tight.   We hugged like we weren't ever going to see
each other again.  Or,  maybe it's as if we both
finally found this boy we'd been looking for and we
didn't want to let him get away, maybe that's how we
hugged. Whatever, it was good.

Even though there wasn't anyone around,  Alexander
whispered to me, "Will you fuck me tomorrow morning,
Oliver.  A good rough fuck, Oliver... please!"  This
was his number one desire.   He was holding onto my
shoulders and I could see that the cigarette we used
in the beginning of our make-out had burned down to
the filter and gone 'out'.  Alexander was still
holding it between his index and middle fingers.  The
same two fingers that earlier had held my hair just
before he cut it all off.    I stared at those two
fingers as if they were trying to tell me something,
then I said. " I'd love to fuck you, Alexander."  and
as a joke I said I'd fuck him till he squealed like a
little girl.  Later on I would discover I didn't want
him squealing like a little girl or doing anything
else like a girl either.

Of course, he already knew I'd never fucked anyone
before.   We'd exchanged our sexual histories, our
experiences earlier, but he still wanted me to do him.
 It was more than fine by me.  I was excited and
before Alexander left I had a leaking boner again.  If
I had my choice I'd have done it right then and there.
 This unexpected encounter had my sexual juices
boiling hot.

I walked out with him and when he drove off I
immediately took my leaking boner into my bathroom.
Damn, but he'd gotten me so worked-up and turned-on
with the make-out and talk about me fucking him I had
to go in and jerk-off.   After a hot five minute wank,
all the time thinking about Alexander's blow-job,
another cum load spurted out of me.  Boy, did that hit
the spot.  Number two for this great day.    Now all I
was thinking about was tomorrow morning,  with
Alexander.

I cleaned myself up a little and wandered down to the
beach to join everyone. The relaxed, bouncy feeling I
was experiencing can be directly attributed to me
being sexually satisfied, how long it would last is
anybodys' guess.   My folks and the Norths, for
different reasons,  all liked my new haircut.  The
twins loved it, both of them rubbing their fingers
through my hair.  After a bit Nathan said, "OK, Noah,
what do you think?" and Noah made a funny face while
unconsiously playing with his pony tail and then
reluctantly, it seemed to me,  nodded his head 'yes'.
The twins were going to get their brother to cut their
hair like mine.  Should I be flattered or, more
likely, Alexander?  The twins and me hugged as usual.
Nobody even took notice of the hugging anymore.   We
were use to it after eight days together.

The twins' parents had much earlier come to the
conclusion that I was an asset of theirs.  Instead of
the twins coming to them saying, "We're bored.  What
can we do now."  The twins came to me, as I sat in my
beach chair relaxing....  each of them grabbing one of
my wrists and pulling me to get me up and start me
thinking of something fun we could do.  I took them to
miniature golf, water parks, arcades, scooter rides
and kite flying and motor boat rides.  To the Norths,
money was no problem.  Whatever it cost to make the
twins happy was fine with them.

Truth is, if the twins weren't so cute and beautiful I
might have thought they were occasionally a bit of a
pain-in-the-ass.  Overall though I have to admit, I
loved them like crazy.  We had fun.  Mr North called
me the twins' other big brother, the one who paid
attention to them.  The first big brother mostly paid
attention to his golf score.  I smiled and thought to
myself, "I know something else the first big brother
pays attention to now."

I had a really nice day and in the early going only
had to hide a couple of boners.  Alexander had
relieved me of a month's worth of pent-up sexual
"need" and I thought it felt nice, for a change, to
not constantly be aroused around the twins.  How far
would this take me......would I still  get aroused
later from gawking at the hot, cute red-headed kid I
ogled from a couple of groups over on the beach?
Would I still be groping myself on the boardwalk when
those pods of boys came jogging by wearing only skimpy
running shorts and sneakers.  How sexually satisfied
was I?  Well, in all honesty, now that I think about
it perhaps I'm always a tiny bit over-sexed.  I think
I like it that way,  so being sexually satisfied
didn't have to last  a real long time on my account.

The twins passed-up our regular Mini convertible ride
that afternoon so they could get their haircuts.  Oh
my God did they look other-worldly cute with their new
hair styles.  It was my turn to run my fingers through
their short hair now.  Alexander was happy too as he
had been begging the twins to let him cut their hair
for almost a year.  Later,  Alexander and me went to
pick-up Italian take-out food and we delivered it back
to my parents' duplex where our families had dinner
together.  The adults drank two bottles of wine and
then started in on some beers.  Everyone was in a
great mood.

Earlier,  waiting for our order at the take-out
restaurant Alexander kept his arm around my shoulders
and whispered naughty things in my ear until we both
had boners.  We were doing a lot of giggling too.
Acting like a couple of thirteen year old boys, but it
was fun.  Jeez, I really like Alexander.  He has a
basic niceness about him that is pure and sweet.  He's
funny as hell too.  What a great bit of luck renting
our duplex right behind the Norths.

The boardwalk was nice that night too,  but my mind
kept drifting to thoughts of tomorrow morning.  One
more of the things that I'd been dreaming about for
years was going to come true.  I was anxious that I
not do something to embarrass myself in my first
attempt at fucking someone.  I'd tried a condom once.
It was way back when I'd had that mini-breakdown.  At
the time, I was trying to fuck myself with a cucumber
if I remember correctly.  I tried to recall anything
remotely  complicated about using a condom, but
couldn't come up with anything .  Oh well, Alexander
would be there too of course....he'd help me.

The next morning two minutes after my folks were out
of the house I heard a little knock on the front door
and, as pre-arranged,  Alexander opened it and came
across the hall  into my room.  Inside he pushed  the
button on the knob to lock my bedroom door and glanced
over at me with a mischievous look on his face. I was
ready with a big smile although,  actually, I was a
little bit nervous.  Alexander said, "Would it be
alright if I get under the covers with you, Oliver?
Naked?"  I said, "Sure." But I ran out of air when I
said it and it came out like, "Shhhh".  We both
laughed self-consciously.

His naked body next to my naked body brought back
those wonderful feelings of Cristobal and me naked
together in my Holiday Inn bed.  At this particular
moment, just like with Cristobal,  my heart was
pounding too fast and  I was having trouble breathing.
  Alexander and me were laying on our sides looking at
each other and loosely holding hands.  "God, I'm
nervous about this" Alexander said as he made a face
while moving his eyes and jiggling his head a little.
 I bit my lower lip and gave Alexander a puzzled look,
 absently thinking, "He reminded me of a girl just
then.  The way he spoke and with the eyes and that
little head move and all."  He moved his head that
funny way again and I tried to remember if Cristobal
ever made me think of a girl when I looked at him.
No, he never had.   I thought to myself, "Damn, I
don't want something stupid like that to mess this
up".

Shortly,  Alexander wasn't causing me to think about a
girl.  I didn't think of a girl when Alexander and me
started kissing and sucking each other mouth.  I
didn't think of a girl when we were grinding our
boners against each others stomachs and smearing pre
cum around our bellies.  His body didn't feel anything
like a girl's.  Alexander worked-out regularly at a
gym developing muscles for his golf game.  He didn't
have any extra fatty tissue around his waist or ass.
Alexander was tight and toned.  His body was hot to my
touch.  I was squirming all over him getting as much
skin to skin contact as I could manage.  That thought,
"I'd like to eat him" kept drifting through my head.

We had a fantastic make-out for about twenty minutes.
Finally, as I was grinding my crotch against his
crotch while wrestling about,  my boner got stuck
between his legs and he tightened his thighs on it.
Using pre cum as a lube I couldn't stop myself from
humping in and out between his thighs until I
climaxed....  gasping for breath and still humping
long after I shot my load.  At that point Alexander
wasn't reminded me of a girl at all.  He was reminding
me of a very attractive, sexy  African/American
twenty-year old boy who I felt lucky to be with.
Alexander said, "Oh my God.  I'm so turned-on with
your cum on my legs.  Oh fuck, please, suck me off,
Oliver.  My balls are aching."  I flipped around and
took hold of his long, thin, dark boner and stroked it
a half dozen times.  He closed his eyes and blew air
out through his tightly closed lips.  It made a long
hissing sound.

I'd always kind of wondered about this.  Putting a
guys' cock in my mouth.  You know, it's where pee
comes out and cocks get sweaty sometimes crammed in
boxer shorts or, God forbid,  jockey shorts all day.
Maybe a little 'ripe',  you know?  But now, actually
holding that long, brown cock I was anxious to taste
it and suck it for Alexander who had made me feel so
good and who I was starting to really care for.  And,
he was a gay boy like me so his cock was pure.

Alexander's body was almost as stiff as his boner.
Without hesitating I  put it in my mouth and sucked it
like he had sucked mine yesterday.  I wasn't able to
force the head of his cock in my throat though.  I
tried three times and then gave-up and lapped and
sucked and stroked his wonderful brown boner until he
shot a big blast of creamy white cum in my mouth.  I
did hesitate at that moment, but I quickly thought,
"Do it!" and I swallowed Alexander's cum.  I sucked on
his boner some more and out came more spunk.
Surprise, I liked his cum and I liked having a cock in
my mouth too.  Very intimate.  I sucked that cock
until Alexander complained it was becoming too
sensitive.  Reluctantly I let go of it and moved back
up for a kiss.  We hugged each other again with our
bodies touching from our noses to our toes.  How could
it get any nicer?

We were quietly enjoying the after-affects of our
climaxes while holding onto each other.  His body felt
nice and I stared at his brown skin and thought it
looked sexier than my pasty white skin.  I had a hard
time even getting a suntan because I was so light.
Then I thought of Cristobal's even lighter tan-brown,
Hispanic skin tone and decided that that one was my
favorite.  The most important thing of all, obviously,
 is who is in the skin, whatever the skin-tone.  I
liked who was in Cristobal's and Alexander's skin.
I'm glad they like who's in my skin too.

Alexander said, "Can we doze off for a couple of
minutes, Oliver?  It feels so nice in your arms."  he
told me he had stayed up late last night fucking
around on his computer and he was tired.  I said,
"Sure, Alexander" and that's what we did.  Hugging
each other we both fell asleep.  Alexander woke me up
a little over an hour later saying, "Time to give me
that hard fucking, Oliver."  I was like, "Wha...who.
Oh, Alexander...yes, give me a kiss."  He did that and
a lot more too.  I love making-out with him and my
pecker was back up to bone-hard quite quickly.

We got the lubed condom on me even though both of us
had shaky hands.  Alexander wanted me to do him 'doggy
style".  I was on my knees in bed behind him holding
onto his hips.  "Push it in slow, Oliver."   Once I
managed to enter his body I did push in slow and I
can't tell you how different, how excellent it felt on
my boner. However, first I discovered it was more
difficult entering Alexander's tight hole then I ever
imagined it would be.....  I finally gave a firm
enough push and the head of my cock popped inside him
as I squealed a tiny squeal.    New and indescribable
sensation.

I finished pushing slowly all the way in till my balls
softly hit against his ass cheeks.  Oh God, did it
ever feel tight, tight, tight all around my pulsating
cock.  Every single fraction of an inch was massaged
in Alexander's tight tunnel.  I gasped as I humped him
a few times.  This felt so fine.  Alexander was going,
"Oh oh oh.  Harder Oliver, harder."  So, I started
slamming into him with my balls smacking up against
his ass, me and Alexander grunting with each thrust.

Alexander began on all four, but switched quickly to
all-three.  Two knees and his left hand.  He began
jerking himself off with his right hand.  I thought
this is as hot as I can ever remember being.  Then,
......it wasn't.  It started NOT being 'hot'  when
Alexander began saying, "Fuck that pussy, Oliver.  Do
it to my cunt, you bad boy."  and other stuff like
that and the voice he used was kind of a girlie voice
and he held his head in a feminine pose and kind of
moved it around in an affected manner and it just made
me think of.....girl, woman, female, feminine.  I
could feel my boner start to go down.  Oh no, I didn't
want to disappoint him, but this feminine thing of
Alexander's had reappeared and it was turning me 'off'
'off' 'off'.

Just as I felt panic begin to raise it's ugly head,
Alexander started climaxing which caused his anal ring
to tighten dramatically and thereby stimulate my boner
like something I'd never felt before.  It stimulated
it enough to shortly cause me to squeal out while I
shot-off  my second load of the day and it was a
beauty.  I forgot all about the earlier feminine
concerns I'd had.  Oh my God I couldn't hump in and
out of him fast enough.  The tight hold his anal ring
had on my cock was so new, so fabulous....there are no
words to do the feeling justice.  My eyes were tightly
closed and I just spewed spit out my mouth as I gasped
and grunted and yipped and blew out air as I had that
great multiple climax.   For a second there I couldn't
tell if I was in pain or just experiencing a new level
of pleasure.  All around my groin area,  spreading out
to my thighs and up my belly, so many good feeling and
sensations.  Fantastic shock waves.

I collapsed next to Alexander a minute later.  We were
both panting and laying almost on top of each other.
My cum was squishing around my cock in that  condom
which I then pulled off and held with the open end
squeezed together..  No way did I want to forget this
thing and leave it in the waste basket or on the
floor.  It was going down the toilet, but not this
very second.  I had to think about breathing and stuff
like that first.  Then I thought, "So, that is the
other half of fucking.  Not bad."  I thought about the
feminine things Alexander did sometimes and knew that
this was a problem for me, but not one I was going to
mention to Alexander at the moment.   It had been
close though as I'd almost lost my boner when he let
the girl side of him out in the open.  I knew I'd have
to think about this, but right now I wanted to enjoy
Alexander here in my bed.

We snuggled under the covers for a little while,
sexually satisfied and real lazy like.  It was nice.
I couldn't get enough of the boy part of Alexander and
thankfully that's the part that showed-up almost all
the time.  I was real happy to be where I was......in
bed, in Alexander's arms.  I liked to bury my face in
his dense, soft hair.  Alexander has this boyish smell
about him, no deodorants...just him.  I like it quite
a bit.  The feel of him, his velvet skin over his
tight, hard, long, thin body.  I didn't want to let
him go this time either, but he had to make that god
damn tee-time at the golf course so we got up and
dressed.

Nice long kiss good-bye and he was out the door on the
run.  He said he'd stayed too long in bed, but he
couldn't make himself let go of me.  This was more
than just getting our rocks-off.  We'd connected
early-on and our relationship in this short time-frame
seems to have really taken off.  I felt like I'd known
him for years.  He is already really important to me,
I  have feelings for Alexander.  Then it hit me that I
felt the exact same way about Cristobal after the
short time I'd known him.  What could this mean?
Something, I'm sure.  It'll go on my growing list of
things to think about later.

I took a quick shower, fussed with my new hair style,
shot my mirror- reflection with my index finger while
giving myself a wink and off I went to have some fun
in the sun on the beach.  I was wearing sandals, my
boardie bathing suit,  and Cristobal's T-shirt that
had a picture of a palm tree on the front and Spanish
words under the tree.  For all I know the words
spelled out, "go fuck yourself".  I felt good, real
good.  On the beach the twins were in their beach
chairs talking quietly and running their fingers
absently up the back of their heads feeling their
short hair, just like I did after my haircut.  I knew
how they felt.  After having long hair for so long
it's a novelty to feel short hair on your own head.
Feels good to experience something new.

I came up behind them and got an arm around both of
their necks and pulled their heads back against my
belly.  Four hands immediately grabbed hold of my
forearms.  God, these kids are fun to mess around
with.  Of course, if their brother hadn't taken such
good care of me a little while ago I'd have had a
wicked boner from holding the twins' heads against my
belly.  But not the new Oliver.  No,  as long as I can
have sex with a hot boy for two hours each morning
before leaving the house, I can behave just as if I
had a normal sex drive.  Hahaha.  This is the best
vacation ever.  The twins were pissed at me though
because I was so late coming down to the beach.  "We
were just about to come up there and drag your dumb
ass out of bed, Oliver" fumed Nathan.  "Whoa, don't do
that."  I mumbled.

We went in the ocean for a swim and wrestling match
like we did every day.  That went on for a half an
hour or so, never long enough to suit me.   The boys'
slippery, tight bodies wiggling out of my grasp.  We
were accidentally-on-purpose goose-ing each other
regularly now.  I remembered back a number of years
when grabbing crotches was an every day activity in
early puberty among the guys on the school bus or in
gym etc.  For now I was just enjoying being fourteen
again, along with the twins.  Unfortunately the
goose-ing was always a fast-as- lightning grab by the
twins.  There was no overt sexual meaning at all in
the way they goosed.  Just squeezing some nuts to hear
the other guy yelp.   On my part, well.....maybe a
little sexual overtone.  All I know is, it was fun.
And, I wasn't the only one with "a nice little
package", to quote Alexander.    I couldn't help but
notice the twins each had one too.

It was a hot day  and we all drank a lot of the
lemonade that Mrs North had made fresh and brought
down to the beach in a cooler. She actually used
lemons, sugar and water to prepare this secret-recipe
lemonade.  Just like they make on the boardwalk, for
$2.50 a cup.   The twins , after drinking much too
much of it,  peed in their bathing suits wading out in
the ocean laughing hysterically while they did it.
These boys can really laugh.

 I told them that big boys knew how to hold in their
pee until a rest room was available.  Peeing should be
done in a toilet, not in the ocean or shower or pool
and certainly not under a sprinkler hose.  I gave them
this lecture while I was peeing in my boardy, standing
in waist deep water.  Peeing in the ocean is fun.
Nathan said, "Oh yes, Oliver. Thank you for that
grown-up advise,  from now on we'll be just like you.
Right, Noah?  It is odd, however, that the ocean water
around you appears to be warmer then the water around
me.  Hmmm,  why is that, Oliver?"   Laughing and
hugging while splashing around in my peed-in part of
the ocean all three of us trying not to get dunked..

Blinking my eyes real fast I had to acknowledge that
my dick was started to stir and firm-up again as the
slippery bodily contact with those two yummy young
teens continued.   It appears that two hours with
Alexander is only good for two hours of sexual relief
for me.   Then it's right back to the old, horny
Oliver again.   Can't say I'm all that upset about it.

The Norths and the twins left the beach around two
o'clock in the afternoon to visit relatives in Ocean
city.  Alexander was meeting them there later to have
dinner and spend the evening.   Now that I'm here with
just mom and dad, both of them hunched under their
umbrella and  each reading a book,  the beach felt
empty.  I looked up the beach for that red head kid
that made my dick twitch, but saw only his ugly,
unbelievably-skinny freckled-faced mother with the
usual scowl on her face.  This wasn't going to work
out.  I asked my parents if I could get anything for
them and when they shook their heads no I said, "Enjoy
yourselves, OK....  I'm heading up to the boardwalk.
See you guys back at the place for dinner."

We waved goodbye and my thoughts turned to the
boardwalk.  I hadn't been on the boards during the day
since that disturbing incident with Mike and the
buzz-cut boys.  I never did see my favorite hat again.
Damn!  The sunglasses were cheap ones, but I'd had
that hat for six or seven years.  Christian bought it
for me at a Pirates baseball game when I was twelve or
thirteen years old.  Just thinking about that conjured
up a long forgotten memory.  I'd  whined to Christian
that I needed a new baseball cap and he had said,
"I'll buy a hat for you Oliver, but you have to give
me a kiss on my lips first".

I had quickly kissed Christians lips and he laughed
and bought me my Pirates baseball cap...hell, I kissed
Christian any time he asked me to back in those days,
hat or no hat...I loved my brother.  That's no secret
to anyone, he was always wonderful to me.  I thought
that all little brothers kissed their big brothers
when told to.  That was a year or so before Tyler's
horrible accident.

 Back then my Aunt Ceil always said that she wished
her kids, our cousins,  could get along like Christian
and I got along.  Funny, I hadn't thought about that
kissing thing between Christian and me for years.
Losing the hat had brought it to mind just now. And,
of course, I also thought of the recent kiss at my
graduation party too.  Maybe Christian was taking a
trip down memory lane with that kiss knowing he was
soon  moving far away.  No, that couldn't be it, he
hadn't know about Seattle then.  I wonder what's up
with these random thoughts I'm having... I did have
one last thought on the matter.  Christian never asked
for a kiss after Tyler's death.  My graduation party
was the first kiss on the lips in five years.  What
did it all mean?    Damn, strange thoughts.

I drove around some just because I liked to drive my
new car, not because I had any where to go.  This
fabulous car my brother had bought for me.  Maybe I
should have kissed him when he gave it to me.
Brotherly kiss.  Maybe that's it.  Damn, there I go
with more of the 'kiss' thoughts.  I made myself just
think about my new car.

 I really love the car, but....even though I was
trying to avoid thinking about him at the moment,
thinking about the car mde me go right back to
thinking about Christian.   Thinking about how he is
now living all the way on the other side of the
country.... in Seattle, Washington, no less.   I
missed Christian already, maybe especially because I
know how far away he is.  Damn, no one will ever
looked after me like he did.... Christian spoiled me
something terrible... and something wonderful, too.
I know now that most brothers don't kiss each other on
the lips, but so what...?  It's what we did back then
because it what Christian wanted.  What's the harm in
that?

Day-dreaming is OK at times and convertibles are
fabulous a lot of the time...  except sometimes on
both counts.  When the temperature is too hot maybe
the car air conditioner is a better alternative to
having the top down.    And,  sometimes day-dreaming
or just plain thinking too much makes a person feel
sad or a little bit scared.   Today might qualify as
one of those days for both of those things  so I put
the Mini's top up and parked on the street two blocks
from the boardwalk.  I walked up on the boardwalk
slowly trying to clear my head of troubling thoughts.
Immediately I noticed that the breeze off the ocean
made it about ten degree cooler up on the boards.
Well, that's nice.  Now I need something to shake me
out of this 'blue funk' I'd landed in.  Food always
helps.

Taylor pork-roll on a hamburger bun with ketchup and
french fries on the side...... and for my drink,  a
black-and-white milkshake.  That served as my lunch
today.  The milkshake was in honor of me and Alexander
who I was now thinking about.  I wanted to
'lighten-up' and enjoy myself so I thought cheery
thoughts.  Tomorrow morning, again with Alexander, to
be specific.  Gee, I can't be getting  horny already,
can I ?  Apparently I can.  Staring out at the ocean,
while I slowly ate my lunch, created a  very hypnotic
feeling,  it's so amazing to watch... endless waves
and then that optical illusion of the ocean and
horizon meeting where the world ends...very cool.  I
was sitting on a bench with my back to the boardwalk
looking out and thinking I might get another Taylor
pork-roll sandwich because my first one was so good.
Maybe with a little onion this time.

"Hey, Hi.  I like your new haircut.  It rocks, Dude."
I hear that and someone slaps me on the shoulder.
"What the...?"  Turning around I see some short kid
standing behind me.   Oh yeah, it's the small,
buzz-cut kid with that contagious smile.  He was with
that Mike kid earlier in the week.  His smile is full
voltage at the moment and, god damn if I didn't smile
back at him and say, "Oh, Hi."   The smile-boy  had
his hand out saying, "I've looked for you on the
boardwalk almost every day.  My name is Tucker Dwight.
 Nice to meet you.  This time under better
circumstances, huh?"  I shook hands quickly, but
couldn't stop myself from looking around to see if
Mike was in the area.  I don't know if I was hoping he
was or hoping he wasn't.  Neither he nor any other
buzz-cut boys were there.  I guess I was glad.

Tucker asked, "Do you have a name?" and then that big
smile again and I had to smile again too.  Damn, I
feel stupid smiling at him all the time.  Staying
seated, I mumbled my name and he took a step behind me
and started massaging my shoulders.  He said, "Oliver?
 What the hell kind of name is that?  How's this
massage feel?"  I shrugged my shoulders to move them
away from his hands and stuttered, "Ha, Hey, don't do
that."  Tucker was immediately apologetic and went
into this bizarre tale about how his grandmother had
taught him the art of massage when he was twelve years
old and he liked to share his skill with his friends.
I noticed from the little bit of massage he did on me
that he has very strong hands.

I had to frown at his strange story, but he seemed so
proud of it all.  Well,  it was about his grandmother
who he seemed to adore and so, I  relaxed a little,
nodded my head and tried not to be too negative.
Thinking about how sweet my own grandmother is to me I
said,   "O, oh, yeah, your massage felt Ok,  good
actually.  Your grandmother taught you very well.  She
did that for a living, did she?   Being a masseuse?"

Tucker sat down next to me on the bench, a little too
close I thought, and went into this long explanation
about his grandmother coming over from the "old"
country not knowing the language, but she knew the
technique of massage. She did eventually make a career
out of the massage techniques she'd brought over from
Poland although even to this day she couldn't speak
much English.   He was so animated in the telling of
the story it was actually interesting at the
beginning.  After ten minutes or so though, I knew
more than I needed to know on the subject of Tucker's
grandmother and massage.

But you know, the thing with Tucker is that he has
this very nice self-deprecating personality.... and
he's small, but very well put together... and he looks
right in my eyes while talking with this conscientious
manner of his like he really wants to please, very
sincere and all that.  Then, of course,  there's his
smile.  He does try a little too hard,  but he's a
cute kid just the same.  I was starting to like him.
 I said, "That interesting, Tucker." and then to act
friendly  I said, "Hey, I'm curious,  let me rub your
buzzed head and see what that feels like."   He smiled
and I smiled back at him and he said, "Sure,  go
ahead, Oliver."   It felt like real short hair.  Duh !


We walked as he talked.   Tucker just kind of grows on
you little by little.  He is so sincere it's almost
comical, but I was having a good enough time.  I liked
him fine even though he always seemed to be partially
in "my space', if you know what I mean.  Too close all
the time.   I always felt like I wanted to stretch my
arms out or something.  After we'd been goofing-off
together for an hour or so Tucker invited me over to
his Aunt & Uncles place for a swim.  He told me about
this beautiful private pool they have there.   Also he
wanted to show me a few things he was sure would be "
right up my alley".

 I was intrigued.  My new 'adventurous' self asked,
"What do ya mean, right up my alley?  And, what kind
of things you talking about?"  I told him that I don't
do any kind of drugs.  He said, " For Christ sake,
it's got nothing to do with drugs.  I'll tell you all
about it.   Sexy stuff.  Hell,  you're going to love
it.   How old are you anyway?"   I said I was nineteen
and this excited him.  "Jesus, three years older than
me.  This is going to rock!"  Tucker was real animated
and it made me smile.  He has a lot of energy.  Did he
say "sexy stuff?"

Earlier I'd told him about the Mini Cooper and he was
hot to see it.  So, what the hell, I like to show it
off.  I followed him down the ramp leading off the
boardwalk while he was giving me general directions to
his aunt's house.  I knew the area and he seemed very
anxious that I see the pool so I guess we're going.
What the hell, a swim sounded OK.   Tucker drove me to
where the Mini was parked and when he saw it he
couldn't stop going on about how 'hot' my car was and
on and on and on.

Finally even I was getting bored with it.   I wanted
to say something to change the subject so I mentioned
the swimming pool.    Tucker said, "If you really want
to I guess I can take you, but you are going to have
to follow my rules when we get there.   That has to be
understood up front. You cool with that?"  Now I was
confused because he was making it seem like he was
doing ME a favor, 'letting' me swim in the god damn
pool when, just a couple minutes ago,  I thought I was
the one doing him the favor by going with him.  What
the hell....?

 Tucker was getting in his car and shouted back, "You
promised about the rules, Oliver, don't forget.  Just
follow me, it's about fifteen minutes from here."  He
drove off waving his arm out the window for me to
follow.  Well, I couldn't just blow the kid off.  He
seemed so excited about me going for a swim with him
when we were on the boardwalk and I'm probably
mis-reading him now.   The new adventurous Oliver,
that's me!   Tucker was careful that he didn't lose me
at traffic lights and we got to his Aunt's place in
less than fifteen minutes.

I knew generally where I was and how to get back and
all that.  Getting out of my car and looking around I
could see this was a very nice neighborhood.  Big
expensive, single homes.  I followed smiling-Tucker
around a high hedge, through a gate for a tall wood
fence and across a stone walk and there it was.  A
beautiful secluded pool.  Not huge, about fifteen feet
wide by thirty feet long, just the way he described
it. Lots of pretty shrubs and flowers growing here and
there and everywhere.  This place was very private.

A minute after we were inside the pool area Tucker
turned to me and said, "Rule number one, Oliver.  We
skinny dip.  Get your swimsuit off."  He sounded
different, like he was pissed-off about something.  No
smile, just a stern look on his face and authority in
his voice.  I gave him a puzzled look with a half a
smile, assuming he was joking, and told him I didn't
'do' skinny-dipping ...and anyway, was he crazy....
nobody skinny-dips in a family swimming pool. I
chuckled a bit to show I understood it was a joke, but
something about his attitude was making me feel
uncomfortable.

He took his bathing suit right off and flicked it on a
lounge chair near the pool.  Now I was really
uncomfortable,  plus my mouth dropped open as he
pulled his polo shirt over his head and tossed it on
top of the bathing suit.  He had a hot body,  but his
pecker was less than three inches long and quite thin.
He had a regular pube patch and his nuts weren't
especially small...just that tiny dick of his.  Quite
frankly I was flabbergasted.  I'd never seen anything
like that on a teenager.   Why the fuck would he want
to display that infantile penis, skinny- dipping or
any other way?

I looked away hoping he hadn't noticed me gawking at
his tiny dick.  "Hey", Tucker said, " I know you've
probably never role-played before, but I'll bet you've
messed around with your friends doing sexy stuff
together.  You are definitely the type. Now get that
swimsuit off right now so we can get started."

 I can't tell you how shocking this transformation
was.  I was sort of paralyzed with disbelief.  From
sweet, cute Tucker, who I felt sorry for, into this
new person with a tiny dick who was very confident and
aggressive.  But, even as weird as it was,  there was
something in the back of my head that wanted me to do
what he said, a tingle in my penis.  I'd had similar
urges with my fairly recent  Ryjohn episode and that
very recent Mike episode, so maybe it's me that's
weird.

While that thought flashed through my head, Tucker was
walking slowly over to me.  He was holding his tiny
dick between his thumb and index finger and stroking
the skin back and forth on that pencil nub of a penis.
I couldn't help myself,  I was back into my staring
mode with my mouth hanging open again.  He came right
up in front of me as I continued to stare and, without
a word,  he  put his hand swiftly inside the front of
my swimsuit and cupped my balls, then squeezed them
very hard.  My eyes opened wider than I would have
thought possible and I went up on my toes and leaned
into Tucker with my hands grasping his shoulders.  Of
all the things that anyone has ever done to me this
has got to be the most unexpected......and most
painful.

 He said, "Pull your swimsuit down".  I had to let go
of his shoulders and just lean my chest against his,
my face next to his neck and my eyes looking over his
shoulder and down his back.    I fumbled around
pulling my swimsuit down to my knees.  I had no
choice,  he had squeezed my nuts so hard I couldn't
even get a scream out and the thought of another
squeeze like that was unthinkable.  Although I had
tried to scream, only a wheezing long note had managed
to escape my throat.  I was positive I was going to
throw up like I use to do all the time when I was a
kid.  Panting with the pain as it rolled around my
groin and belly, I clutched onto Tucker to keep from
falling over.  Sweat dripped off my face.

He stopped stroking his tiny dick and took mine in his
fist and began stroking a normal sized dick.  Just
holding onto my nuts for the moment, not squeezing.
He had me under control for now...... the pain in my
nuts and all through my mid-section was roaring.  It
took a minute or two before the fading pain allowed me
to notice an on-coming  tingle of pleasure in my cock
from his stroking.  My hands were holding onto his
shoulders again.  My head was still resting against
his neck while the pain in my groin was slipping away
at it's own slow pace.  I couldn't speak, just groan.

Tucker's voice was more compassionate sounding now.
It was as if he were speaking to a little kid who he'd
just punished, but who he was ready to forgive.  In
that voice he said, "You'll be fine in a few  minutes.
 Just do what you're told, OK Oliver?"  I nodded my
head "yes" against the side of his face as my senses
began returning to me.  Tucker said quietly, "Good
boy.  Now Oliver, I want you to stay leaning against
me, but put your arms around my neck.  Do what I say,
put your arms around my neck, Oliver."  And he
squeezed my nuts slightly.

My arms went tight around his neck and I nuzzled in
against his small tight, smooth body as best I could.
I could feel strength in that small body and he easily
kept me from falling even though I'm a good five
inches taller than him.   It felt somewhat awkward
scrunching down to have my head on his shoulder, but I
didn't trust myself without support at the moment.
He had a very pleasant odor about him.

"Oliver, you're doing just fine.  You'll be feeling a
lot better in a couple more minutes." He whispered,
"It's important you accept that I'm in charge here.
Do you understand that yet, Oliver?"  He was still
stroking my cock and it was firming up, no doubt about
it.   Tucker had more to say, "Hug my neck tighter
with your left arm and rub your fingers over my head
with your right hand massaging my scalp.  I want you
to get use to doing what I tell you and that's why I'm
telling you to do these little things."  He was
speaking in a nice, concerned voice now, like he
really was trying to help me.  Not that what he  said
was making much sense.

I felt his buzzed head again and sort of rubbed it.  I
was thinking that under different circumstances he
wouldn't have to be jerking me off, I'd be getting
hard just hugging this kid.  Great body.  Tucker
started up again instructing me,  "  This is all part
of the preliminary submissive training for you.  This
can really be fun, you'll see."    My head was aching
from the ball busting,  but I could tell it was a
temporary situation now that the pain was finally
fading.   Most of what Tucker said made no sense and I
had a passing thought, "could it be that this fucker
is crazy?"

 By now Tucker had my cock leaking precum from his
constant stroking.  It was feeling good and I had the
mixed-up thought that it was so 'hot' of Tucker to
give me a hand-job before our swim. Somehow he'd
gotten lube on his hand which helped him to slide his
fist up and down that six inch pole of mine faster and
faster.  I couldn't help but go, "Ah ah oh oh..." All
the time hugging him around the neck.   I was getting
very close to a climax in spite of the tight grip
Tucker was using on my boner.

Tucker voice got angry again as he said, "You've got
to listen to me.  I'll squeeze your nuts again if you
don't start paying attention.  You need to admit to
yourself and to me that I'm in charge of you here.
You need to say it outloud and really believe it. Got
it?"  The very thought of him doing another nut
cruncher caused my boner to lose most of it's bone. I
quickly said, "You're in charge, Tucker.  I am
positive about that.  I got it, I got it.  No more
ball crunchers, please".  Tucker stopped stroking my
boner and rubbed up the back of my head in an
affectionate way and said, "OK, that wasn't so hard,
was it?  Good boy, Oliver.  I'm seldom wrong about
guys like you."

He really sounded pleased that I agreed he was in
charge.  Fuck, as long as he was still holding my
nuts...of course he's in charge.  Tucker now started
talking in a nice, low,  matter-of-fact way, "After
you cum,  you may ask me for one thing.  A beer, or
soda, to go to the bathroom or what have you. One
thing only to start though.  OK?"  He was hugging and
rubbing the back of my neck and head.  He switched
positions a little when he'd let go of my cock and
when he moved this time I felt his steel spike poke my
thigh.  My forehead had moved to his shouder now and I
could look down the front of him and see that his tiny
dick had grown hard and stood straight out from his
pubes.

Hard, it was about four inches long, but it's head had
swelled to a almost normal size cock head.  I could
hardly believe my eyes.  If some guy told me about
Tucker's dick I wouldn't have believed him.  My
semi-boner was being ignored as it bobbed between us
with each rub of my head.   Tucker said, " If you can
finish getting yourself off in twelve strokes we'll
discuss that one request you've got coming to you.
Jerk yourself off now."

Jesus, I thought, can this get any more fucked up?  He
very well may be crazy.  This whole deal was way past
weird now, but I grabbed my boner and did rapid, tight
strokes and was right on the edge of blowing off when
Tucker squeezed my sore nuts a tad and said,
"Stop...that's twelve strokes."  I stopped
immediately, but the head of my cock was shiny and
ready and dripping.  I needed to cum.  "Put your arm
around my neck and don't pick your head off my
shoulder again."

I didn't intend to do it,  but as I hugged his neck I
went "Ohhhhh" as if I was aroused by hugging his neck,
but it was actually the feeling in my cock that caused
the moan.   Tucker said, "I know, I know.  You're
getting attached to my control over you already and
it's a turn-on for you.  You'll be fine."  I thought,
"What the fuck is he talking about now?"  My cock was
full of cum.  The head of my cock burned with it's
load.  I bit my lip and grimaced, but I really needed
to stroke my boner two, three more times and have it
explode.

I said, "I'm sure you're right about all that, but
please, Tucker,  let me finish getting off.  Please
don't squeeze my nuts anymore.  Come on Tucker, you
know how it is with us guys.  I need to cum like mad."
 Tucker took a big annoyed breath and said,  "Don't
whine, you'll screw-up the mood.  Alright, go ahead."
and I stroked three times slow and then four real fast
strokes and the cum shot out and burned.  It wasn't a
good feeling except for the relief part.  I can't
remember another time when climaxing didn't feel
fantastic.  This was a first.

I'd had my eyes tightly closed climaxing and like I
said it wasn't a good feeling so there was very little
after shock.  I just wanted this horrid experience to
get over with.  Wiping the cum off my hand on the back
of my T-shirt I feel spurts of wetness on my thighs
and open my eyes to see Tucker-the-pervert pulling on
his four inch boner and shooting off quite a lot of
cum....most of it on me.  He still had my nuts in his
other hand so I waited.  After awhile he said, "Whew,
that rocked!  How'd your's feel? "  I said nothing and
so he said, "OK, time for your one wish.  What can I
get you?  We'll take a break for a few minutes. Isn't
this fun?"

I thought, "It's official.  This fucker is as crazy as
a junk-yard dog."  To Tucker I said, "My request is
that I can get my cell phone out of my car.  If dad
calls me and I don't answer,  I'm up shits creek." I
don't know where I came-up with that bull-shit story,
but it sounded believable to me.

He said," Alright,  as long as we understand each
other, Mr Nineteen-year-old.   I will let go of your
nuts, but it is a simple thing for me to get a
controlling position on you whenever I want to....so,
stay on your toes and do what I tell you.  Got it?"  I
definitely got it.  Any kind of squeeze on my nuts
would have me groveling on the ground by now.

I nodded my head up and down.  Tucker said, " First,
step out of your swimsuit."  I did what he said. "Good
boy.  Kick it over near the pool."  I kicked it and
heard a quiet splash.  Guess I kicked it too hard.
Then Tucker gave me instructions in a casual manner,
" When I tell you to,  make a mad dash for your car
out there on the street. Do it with your bare ass
hanging out along with that nice set of cock and balls
you got swinging in the breeze.  I'm allowing you
fifteen seconds to get the cell phone and get back to
standing at attention right here in front of me.
You'll get a smack on your bare ass for every second
over the fifteen.  Got it?"    I said, "Yes. Thank
you, Tucker."  After hesitating a second he let go of
my nuts and said, "Go! Time starts right now."  He
began with the count of one second one , two seconds
two, three....

I ran out the gate bare-assed and once around the high
hedge I grabbed either side of the neck of my T shirt,
the one that  read "WILDWOOD. NEW JERSEY"on the front,
and I ripped the neck open until I could pull it down
over my shoulders and arms.....I wore the T-shirt like
a skirt.  Walking to my car, no running now.  I've
said I'm not a fighter and I'm not, but I never
considered myself a coward either.  Tucker was strong,
especially for his size, but if he wants to come
charging out here after me...... so be it.

My head had cleared-up quite a bit from the confusion
of that painful nut busting.   I didn't really know
how long he'd had me literally "by the balls", but it
seemed like maybe five minutes tops. I was really
pissed-off now and I am bigger and older than him and
if need be I can kick that no-dick's ass from here
back to the boardwalk.  Hopefully I won't need to do
that right now,  because frankly I wasn't feeling too
well.

I never take the Mini's car key swimming with me, pool
or beach,  because I'm afraid water or sand  will
screw it up.  That key is like a little computer with
all the things you can do with it.  I reached under
the mat, got the key and fired up the Mini Cooper S.
Stepping on the gas while in neutral, revving-up that
loud throaty-sounding engine and turning on the music
fairly loud I sat there to see if Tucker wanted to
make an appearance.

Sure enough, he came running out behind the hedge with
his swimsuit back on shouting, "Hey!"  I stayed there
at the curb looking at him.  I was expecting to have
to get out and fight.   He yelled, "Hey!  Hey! Hey!"
but he didn't approach the car.  Assuming he had
covered all the "Hey" conversation he had by now and
since he didn't make a move toward me,  I flipped him
the finger and drove slowly away.  I yelled at him,
"I'll be back you Jekyll & Hyde homo motherfucker."
I heard, "Hey!"  one last time.  I guess he couldn't
think of anything else to say.  He obviously hadn't
expected me to run out on him, me being under his
control and all that other bull shit he had spewed
out..

I drove the speed limit.  My license and owners card
were in the glove box, but getting pulled over in my
T-shirt-skirt was not what I needed.  My mind was
really running all over the place.  I couldn't have
conjured-up a scene like the one that just took place
with Tucker in a million years.   He is one sick
pervert and a homo too.  If I told Alexander about
this, would he even believe me?    I owed pay-back to
Tucker for that ball busting he did on me and I was
getting madder and madder thinking about it.  But
right then I got the giggles thinking about his "tiny
dick" and I had to pull off the road because I got
laughing too hard.   I was laughing about the tiny
dick for sure, but maybe  a little bit of my laughter
was of the hysterical variety too because of a feeling
of relief getting away from a situation that bordered
on the crazy, scary side.

I got it together and concentrated on my driving.  My
balls were healing amazingly fast.  I felt so proud of
both of them.  When I got to our duplex I pulled right
up on the sidewalk next to our front door.  Jumped
out, got the key from the flower pot, unlocked the
door, ran up the stairs, put on a jock strap, jockey
underwear, jeans, sneakers and an old Italian T shirt,
grabbed a cold Snapple and ran back, locking the door
behind me.  Nobody around.  I got in my Mini and while
drinking my lemon flavored Snapple ice tea I slowly
drove off the side walk and back onto the road.  I was
headed back to get that swimsuit.  The buzz-cut boys
have taken all they are going to take from me.
Sunglasses, my favorite hat and now my swimsuit?  Fuck
that!  I'm not taking any more shit from this group,
but I sure wished Christian was with me.

It took about 25 minutes to get to his aunts house
from the duplex and I missed the turn-off twice, but
then there it was.  I pulled right up their driveway,
left the car running and went to open the gate.  It
was locked.  I hammered on it and Tucker, now using
his good guy voice says, "Is that you. Oliver?"  I
told him he's god damn right it's me and give me my
fucking swim suit right now.  He immediately threw it
over the fence.  Obviously he had fished it out of the
pool and was waiting for me to come back.  It's a six
foot high wooden fence between us so I couldn't see
him and he couldn't see me.  I'd chosen the clothes I
was wearing because I expected to be in a fight.

I couldn't get in through the locked gate so I
screamed out, "Get your ass out here, Tucker.  I'm
going to pull your tiny dick off and step on your
nuts."  He started in on how sorry he was and how he'd
misjudged the whole thing and please don't tell anyone
because he wasn't really a homo and it's all just
suppose to be a fun dom/sub game and didn't I ever
hear of that and he couldn't be more sorry and, more
than anything, he just wanted to be friends and he
thought I'd love being dominated by someone who was
shorter and younger and why didn't I just say I didn't
want to do it and he is so fucking sorry I can't
possibly know how bad he feels and how embarrassed he
is that he got it all wrong with and about me .....and
on and on.  He was still going on non-stop when I
pulled away.

If I see him up on the boardwalk we're going to get
into it.  And, if these nuts of mine somehow, due to
the crushing, prevent me from having a hot time with
Alexander tomorrow morning I'll go looking for that
son of a bitch Tucker and tie his tiny dick in a tiny
knot..  I got a lot more macho as soon as I was sure
Tucker was staying behind that fence and then even
more so the further away from his Aunt's house I got..

I drove back to the boardwalk and tried to get my
adrenaline under control, but I felt sick to my
stomach so after a while I went back to the house to
lie down.  Not a good afternoon for me at all.  This
afternoon, as adventurous Oliver,  I wound-up stepping
on my own balls, sort of.  In a very short while I
fell asleep and when I woke up two hours later I was
feeling a lot better.  My folks came in from the beach
and the world was back to normal.  We had a nice
dinner and I stayed in that night to watch the Pirates
play the Phillies.  I was sleeping by 10pm and was I
ever rested and ready to go the next morning.  My
balls felt OK.

 I'd analyzed the Tucker affair all during the ball
game last night and it was a weird, weird experience,
no doubt about that. No matter how hard I tried I
simply couldn't understand how he thought he was going
to get me to do what he wanted once he let go of my
nuts.  He kept inferring I wanted to be under his
control and that I'd want to do whatever he said, but
that didn't make a lot sense to me.  Why the hell
would I want that?   Then I remembered the initial
tingle in my dick and thinking I was weird to get
excited being controlled by Ryjohn or Mike.

Yeah, a little bit of that I guess, but certainly not
someone hurting me like crushing my nuts, that is
'nuts'.   Oh well, I guess I just don't get it. I'll
have to leave it at that.  Another mystery of life,
but I did know that anything involving the buzz-cut
boys was off-the-wall and too violent for me.  I'm
staying clear of them unless I run into Tucker when
he's alone.  That's how I'm leaving it.  Other than
that, I'm forgetting about the whole sorry affair.

Alexander came over the next morning, of course, and
we had our regular make-out which lasted almost a half
hour.  This time Alexander spontaneously spunked his
load on my stomach humping between our bellies for two
full minutes going ..Oh oh oh...the whole time.  While
Alexander was recovering from his messy, but nice
climax I maintained my boner by stroking it every once
in a while.   Then, when Alexander was ready for it I
fucked him as he lay on his stomach with me laying on
top of him.  We wanted to try this position for
purposes of deepest penetration possible.  We were all
about experimenting different positions to fuck in.

I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn't see any feminine
moves from Alexander and I kept my fingers in his
mouth to keep his comments to a minimum.  He sucked on
my fingers the whole time.  I don't believe I've ever
cum harder than I did with that fuck.  My face was in
his fantastic hair on the back of his head half the
time.  The rest of the time I was kissing or just
inhaling his special smell at the back of his neck.
We were both dripping with sweat by the time the
climaxes arrived.  What a absolutely incredible
feeling that climax was.

I am learning more and more about sex, but I'm still
very unsure about love.... to say the least.
Cristobal says he and I were not in love because you
must know someone very well, not just meet them for a
day, to be in love.  I guess the best way to put it
is that I'm in love with what I know about Cristobal.
I guess it's OK to love that much at least.  And, now
I say the same thing about Alexander.  I don't say it
to him, just to myself.  I love the part I know about
you, Alexander......minus the feminine part.  If
that's allowed...... love-wise.

Each morning that week we had hotter and hotter sex.
A number of times I thought about bringing up the
delicate 'feminine' matter, but I chickened out....so
that's unresolved.   One important development of
recent days is that our relationship won't be over
when our vacation is over.  The University of
Pennsylvania in Philadelphia is only a one and
one-half hour drive from the North's house in
Delaware.  I'm going to get down there, using the need
for haircut as my excuse or to say "Hi" to the twins
and maybe spend the weekend when I can.  Details to be
worked out 'on-line'. We'd already exchanged email
addresses and I have a feeling the twins are going to
bombard my mailbox, but that's OK ...

Alexander will also be making some trips up to see me.
 We planned on staying together at a Motel 6 when he
visited me.  That's because I'll have a room mate in
my dorm so Alexander couldn't stay there and do the
things we're planning to do.  I don't think Cristobal
will have any problem with me having more than one
boyfriend.  He's very open-minded.  Of course I have
no experience with these things, but I do think I want
to be up front about it.  Surely that is the best way
to handle this situation.  I know Cristobal has other
boyfriends, or has in the past at least.  Of course,
I can't communicate with him until September when his
European trip is over.

>From time to time Alexander would say he loved the way
I taste or smell or feel or the way I fucked or sucked
and things like that,  which was wonderful to hear.
But, he never once said, "I love you, Oliver."  So I
guess he agrees with Cristobal.  I'd told Alexander
about Cris and it isn't a problem.  At least, I don't
think he has a problem with it.  He just sort of looks
away and looks up in the air the few times I've
mentioned Cristobal's name.  Probably he just doesn't
think it's any of his business.  Now that I've just
said that I'm thinking that the only  times Alexander
has acted strange or pouted around me were the times
Cristobal's name was mentioned.  God damn it, I hope
he isn't jealous of Cris.

It was Friday morning and Alexander was with me in my
bed as usual.  Vacation was coming to an end.   We all
wished we had another week down here.   After this, I
knew it would be too long of a drive from our home in
Pennsylvania to where the North's lived to visit....so
I probably won't see any of them till I go away to
college.  Our last morning together and for something
new I wanted to see what Alexander's long cock felt
like way up inside me.  He said he wasn't a very good
'top',  but for me he'd do his best.

Well, he did get himself off and he did fill a condom
with his cum while basically screaming out all the
while he was fucking me.  He really enjoyed fucking my
hole it seems, but I ended up having to jerk myself
off.  Alexander was right, he's not very good at being
a top.  Too much girly conversation and screeching out
and way too tentative in his fucking.  He fucked me
methodically as if he was jerking himself off using my
hole instead of his fist.  That's what it seemed like.
 So, he's not perfect.  Neither am I.   But,  the
parts of Alexander that are  fabulous, like making-out
and blowing me and being a fun friend, far out-weigh
the bad parts like fucking me and the little feminine
things he occasionally does while I'm fucking him.
I'm going to miss him something wild.

 Both of us had some tears during our last kisses
together.  He said he likes me better than anyone he's
ever met.  That's a pretty good endorsement. I said
thanks and that I loved him to death.  I said it in a
fast, hot-shit kind of way.  Not a lovers kind of way,
but it still made him stop and pause for a couple of
seconds before saying, "Thanks, Oliver.  That's a
sweet thing to remember you by....until we meet again
in September."  It was his pause that concerned me a
little.   We kissed some more,  but you can guess what
happened next.  He saw the time and he scooted to make
his last tee-time.  Fucking golf!

Alexander left after dinner Friday night to drive back
to Delaware.  He was competing in his private club's
"club championship' tournament at 7am Saturday
morning. We all wished him good luck.  Alexander and I
just did a little hand wave goodbye.  Very
anti-climatic after our eight days of sex together.  I
felt down in the dumps, but I had promised the twins
I'd go on the boardwalk with them since it was our
last night here.  Knowing that Alexander wasn't even
in Wildwood by the time we were going on amusement
rides really took all the fun out of everything for
me.  Not the twins, they were having a blast right up
to the last second.   I wonder why I get so attached
to some boys......I wanted to cry knowing that
Alexander was probably home in Delaware by now.  Maybe
with his Delaware boyfriend, if he had one.  Damn...

Saturday morning we packed the SUV and my folks got on
the road about ten o'clock.  I told them I was hanging
around for a few hours saying goodbye to Wildwood  for
another year.  I'd see them at home.  I'd gone over to
the North's with my parents to say goodbye just before
my folks left.   The twins were off getting in one
last swim in the ocean..  I know that the Norths were
planning to leave within the hour so I had time to say
goodbye to Nathan and Noah when they got back from the
beach.    In the meantime I sat on our back deck
taking in the view one last time and finishing off the
last bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator.

Shortly I spotted the twins walking back from the
beach, looking like they were attached at the hip.
They both went around the side of the duplex to use
the outdoor shower.   A few minutes later I watched
them towel off and go inside.   I'd called out,  but
they didn't hear me.  This had been  an awesome two
weeks for me.  Well, except for those fucking buzz-cut
boys.  Meeting the twins and then Alexander.  God damn
do I ever have a 'thing' going-on for Alexander.
Can't wait to see him again and taste his taste and
all...... I get a hard-on just thinking about him.
Oh well, I thought, I'll just have to wait for
September.  I better get over to say goodbye to the
boys,  but just then I heard them thundering up the
back stairs.  I opened the door just as Noah was
reaching to knock.  "Oh, Oliver.  We were afraid you
left already." Nathan seemed sincerely concerned. "We
didn't see the Mini Cooper."  I told them I'd had to
park it up the street last night because all the spots
on our street were taken..

Just looking at those identical beauties was a
pleasure.  I smiled at them and said I'd been just
about to come over to their place.  "How the hell
could I leave without saying goodbye to you two?"  We
all hugged.  Nathan said, "You're our other big
brother now and you should give us a kiss goodbye like
Alexander did last night."  Oh my God, I had no
problem with that.  I hugged Nathan to me and he
wrapped his arms around my waist tight.  That felt so
nice.  I kissed him like I saw Alexander kiss him...on
the cheek with a long kiss and then drag my lips along
his cheek almost to his mouth.  I broke the kiss off
and said, "I'm going to miss you something terrible,
Nathan."  He looked up and quickly kissed my chin and
said, "Not as much as I'll miss you, I bet."

Nathan let go of me and looked at Noah who came over
and took Nathan's place.  Same fabulous hug.  The boys
have this wonderful youthful smell.  Their skin seemed
new, it smelled almost like a baby's skin. I'd sprung
a boner from Nathan's hug and kiss so to avoid pushing
my boner against Noah I stood almost sideways when he
hugged me.  This put my thigh between Noah's legs.  I
kissed him the same way I kissed Nathan and I could
immediately feel his five inch cock against my thigh
grow as hard as my six inch one was.  Noah was pushing
it against my leg and grinding a little.   What
the...?

When I dragged my lips across his cheek he moved his
head in the opposite direction and we were lips on
lips.  From the street the horn from the North's car
was sounding for the boys, Noah gave my lips a big wet
kiss and he said, "We love you, Oliver."  He let go of
me and both the twins ran down the stairs with tears
on their cheeks.  Somebody finally said they loved me.
 I had tears on my cheeks too.  But, I was wicked
confused....

What did it all mean?  Was that rehearsed?  Did Noah
mean 'he' loved me,  but because they always spoke
using the plural it came out "we' instead of "I" ?  Or
was Noah representing both of them.  Noah had spokened
any number of times in my presents, but only to
say..yes, no, OK.  One word answers to questions I'd
asked.  It would be totally out of character for him
to be their spokesman for something like this...  Of
course, it probably was "I love you" as in "I love my
brother".  But then, what was the boy boner all about
?  Another Wildwood mystery for me, I guess.

The Norths had pulled away from the house by the time
I sauntered, in a bit of a fog,  down the back steps.
I had a semi-boner just thinking about the twin's and
the goodbye kisses.  That was an unexpected bit of
icing on the beautiful cake that was this entire two
week vacation.  Damn, am I ever  happy to have met
those three.  I'll be day dreaming about the North
boys and that's for sure. I thought about all three of
them as I got in my car.

Well, nothing to be done now but to check out the
boardwalk one last time.  I drove ten blocks down from
our duplex because there is more action on the
boardwalk down a little bit.  Pulling around a corner,
almost blindly because of a high shrub,  a guy
entering the intersection  blast his horn at me just
as some guy on a motorbike swerved in front of me and
gives me the finger and yells out something that
sounded like "asshole".

Fuck!  That was lovely.  No one was hit or anything
and the three of us go our separate ways, but I was a
little bit shook-up so I parked in a lot and
begrudgingly paid the $10.  The lot was right next to
the boardwalk.  It's unbelievable that a guy blows his
horn at me when it was his own damn fault we almost
had an accident,  and then some guy on a fucking
motorbike, who had actually cut me off,  gives me the
finger because he thought I blasted my horn at him.
Both of those two were in the wrong and both of them
got pissed at me.

Life isn't always fair.  I tried to forget about it as
I walked up onto the boardwalk for the last time this
year.  For me it was the fourteenth beautiful Wildwood
day in a row.  Everyday of our vacation the weather
had been near perfect.  The ocean looked spectacular
with bright sunshine glistening off it's dark surface.
  The white caps contrasting with that dark color of
the ocean as the waves broke on the beach.  Pigeons
squawking and fighting with each other over a scrap of
bread.  The boardwalk was bustling with people at
11am.  Walkers, bicycle riders and the
joggers...including the groups of young teen boys
jogging together that I liked to look at.  Here comes
six of them in a line right now...cute!  and HOT!

I hear some guy right behind me say, "Hey, Asshole!"
as he gets me in a headlock and really tightens his
hold on my neck.  "Aaaaggghhh, Ouch! Fuck!!"    I'm
not too proud to beg when my neck is being tortured.
"Whoa, OK, please stop.  What are you doing ?"  " I
don't like assholes blowing their fucking horn at me,
Shitbag!  Got it?."   Oh, I thought, the guy on the
motorbike?  I tried to tell him I didn't blow my horn
at him,  the guy behind me blew his horn at me....
"Please, man, go twist his head off.  I'm innocent.
Really, I didn't blow my horn at anybody."

The guy lessened his hold on my neck and I said, "I
swear it wasn't me.  Come over to my car and I'll blow
my horn for you so you can see it doesn't sound
anything like that other horn."  The bully says, "OK,
Pussy, I'll call your bluff on that.  Let's go."  He
lets up on the headlock and grabs  hold of the back of
my neck with a powerful grip and pushes me toward the
ramp leading to the street.  This hurts just as much
as the head lock.  My hair is all messed-up and my
face is red and sweaty as I struggle to walk with this
animal pushing me ahead of him.  We're almost to the
ramp when, thank god,  one of the boardwalk policeman
glides up on his mountain bike and asked, "What's
going on, Sullivan?"

In a cheerfully sarcastic voice my attacker says,
"Just a bit of fun with one of the summer riffraff,
Officer Martin.  How are you on this fine day?"  The
cop says, "Are you having fun, son?"  referring to me,
 I assumed.  I said, "Not yet."  The cop snorted and
said, "Let him go Sullivan.  Now!"  Sullivan said,
"Certainly"  and he let go of my neck.  I immediately
rubbed it and said thanks to the cop.  "Take a hike,
son." was what the cop said to me and I walked down
the boardwalk wondering if that Sullivan guy who
attacked me was going to be in trouble.  I hoped so.
Walking away I did not look back.  As a matter of fact
I never got a look at the tough guy.  He was strong
though.  Lucky for me that cop came along.

 It simply wouldn't do to have that incident be my
last memory of Wildwood for the year.  I tried to get
my good mood back by looking at the view out over the
ocean and then back to the boardwalk and the view of
the young teen joggers.  I had to start my summer job
next week which I do not believe will be as much fun
as Wildwood has been.   That was a joke...of course it
won't be as much fun.   I don't actually expect it to
be fun at all, but I was hoping it wouldn't suck too
terribly..  It's still two months before I can see
Cristobal.....or Alexander.  I'm beginning to think I
may be naive in believing that Cris and Alexander
won't care if I have two boyfriends.  I thought back
to my little jealous feeling about Alexander being
with his Delaware boyfriend, if he even has one.  I
didn't feel too...

Before I could finish that thought someone grabbed the
back of my nylon basketball shorts and, pulling up
hard, gave me a wedgy that flattened my balls.  "God
damnit !  That is crushing my nuts." I croaked out and
then got embarrassed and red in the face as a group of
older woman stared at me with outraged looks on their
faces. Then from the wedgy madman to me,  "I'm not
done with you just yet, ya fucking horn-blower.
Wouldn't ya rather blow me instead of blowing your
horn?"  He didn't give a fuck about the old ladies
gawking at us.

I twisted my head around and recognized the tall,
blond, buzzcut kid, Mike.  I moaned, "Oh, no.  It was
you on the motorbike?"  "That's right dick-for-brains.
 You blew your horn at the wrong kid this time, didn't
you?"  I just grunted out, "Oh shit...." and then
tried to explain again that it wasn't me who blew the
horn, but by now he'd pushed me up against the outside
railing of the boardwalk... over on the beach side.
My back was up tight  against the railing and he was
leaning into me.  The top railing was biting into my
back.  Very uncomfortabe, painful even.  Especially
with Mike's leg in between my legs, pushing up on my
balls.  At first it hurt,  but he moved his leg
slightly, then little humping motions  against my cock
and with his body pretty much smothering my body I was
getting stimulated.  I suppose a straight guy wouldn't
have this problem, but I was starting to get the early
feelings of a boner coming up.

Mike's nose was level with my eyebrow so he must be a
little over six feet tall.  Our bodies were up tight
to each other and our faces were almost touching.  He
has perfect skin.  Not a single imperfection... what a
handsome boy.  He has to be at least sixteen because
he's driving, but up this close he looked younger.
Mike is the best looking, hands down, among the trio
of him, Alexanderand Cristobal, and the last two are
cute and good looking and hot, so that's saying
something.  How lucky am I?  Not only two fabulous
looking boyfriends, but the young kid who bullies me
and beats me up all the time  is the best looking kid
I ever saw.

He smelled good too.  I couldn't describe how he
smelled, it was just hot, good, yummy  and things like
that come to mind.  Trying not to be obvious about it,
I couldn't help but take a big inhale of him.    He
said, "Are you getting a boner?   Is that what I'm
feeling on my leg?" and he increased the motion on my
cock with his thigh.  I said, "Yes."  Mike smiled a
little smile and squeezed the back of my neck lightly
with his finger tips, then he pulled the short hair on
the back of my head till I said, "Ouch. That hurts.
Please, man."   My arms were holding onto his waist,
there was no place else for then actually, it was
comfortable just holding onto him lightly at the
waist.  Everything was so odd with all the people
continuing to move past us on the boardwalk as if we
were invisible.  Through-out all this Mike maintained
a little smirk on his cute face....he was having fun.

He seemed to enjoy humiliating me as he rubbed his
hands on my head and then using the index finger of
his right hand, while cupping his left hand behind my
head to hold it in place, he put the finger against my
lips and moving it up to pull my upper lip inside-out,
 he continued to drag that finger slowly up the front
of my nose bringing a little mucus from my nose along
with some saliva from inside my gum and lip.  He
smeared it on my forehead and then poked that finger
at my mouth and when I tried to turn my head away he
said, "No!  Open."  For some reason I slightly parted
my teeth and he pushed his finger in my mouth till the
tip of his finger hit the back of my throat..  "Lick."
 I moved my tongue slightly back and forth on his
finger and he pulled it out.  Showing a cute smile now
and holding his finger up like he was real proud of it
he said, "See...all clean."

Then with both his hands he played with my hair,
combing it with his fingers to stick-up on top of my
head, like it's suppose to be anyway.  He held me in
place against the railing with the pressure of his
entire body leaning on me.  His cheek rubbed against
my nose as he changed his mind and decided to mess my
hair instead of combing it with his fingers.  My
hard-on officially became a boner.

Mike casually asked, "You always get boners when a guy
leans against you?  You'd have plenty of problems
doing that on my high school  wrestling team" and I
said, "I don't always get a boner, it depends on the
guy.  If it's someone hot like you, yeah, I get a
boner."  He made a face like he couldn't believe I'd
said that and he spits out, "What, you some kind of
fag or something?".  I tried to look him in the eyes,
not easy that close up.   I said, for only the second
time in my life,  "Yes, I'm gay."

Mike looked truly taken-aback, "Don't bullshit me.
Nobody just says they're gay.  Prove it.  Kiss me on
the lips, Homo."   I was just about fed-up with this
buzz-cut crowd and I was feeling wild and crazy and
pissed-off so I kissed him on the lips and pushed my
tongue in against his teeth.  I swear he kissed back a
little...reflect action, probably.

He said, "Holy shit!  You do that again and I'll knock
your fucking teeth out."  He cupped his hand on my
cheeks along my jaw and squeezed a little.  I was
thinking, " how much do I care about my teeth?".  It
might be worth getting them knocked out for another
kiss with him.  I stared at him and just like that he
smiled.  Jesus, what a cute face when he smiled.  He
backed off and put his arm around my neck and said,
"We'll forget that kiss, you remind me of somebody.
Come on,  walk with me awhile."

It took me completely by surprise.  We walked a couple
of steps and he says,  "You know what?  I admire you
for coming out and saying you're gay.  That takes
guts.  Damn, I never heard another... well, I heard
one other kid say it, but you're just the second.
Gay, huh?  You don't seem gay."  We walked and I still
had my boner which I was trying to hold against my leg
using my right hand,  hidden in my pocket..

He had his arm around my neck as we walked so I put my
left arm around his waist.  I couldn't see any benefit
from me saying anything so I just kept my mouth shut.
Mike seemed oblivious to everything.  I was enjoying
his bodily contact a lot by now.  I wondered why I was
going along with him and quicky decided I was doing it
because I wanted to. He's younger than me but
stronger...... none-the-less,  I could have broken
away from him if I wanted to.   I didn't want to.
This was fun and sexy and different and somehow I knew
he wasn't a bad kid.  In fact, I had the feeling if I
needed something, Mike would help me out with it.
Strange, but I felt safe and sound with this taller,
but younger kid next to me.  He possessed some
qualities I couldn't put my finger on, but they were
intriguing as hell alright.

It was obvious that Mike paid no attention to the
other people around us.  As far as he was concerned,
it seemed,  there was just me and him alone on the
boardwalk today.   He told me about some machine or
something that had broken-down earlier on the farm he
works at.   Most of the farm boys weren't needed after
that.  "So, since I got the time,  I like to come up
on the boardwalk alone..   And that's what I was
trying to do when  you ran me off the road."    I
looked at him with  a shake of my head but I didn't
contradict him...it seemed a waste of time.

We came up to a little breakfast stand that had a few
tables out front and Mike said, "Sit here and wait for
me."  He knew I'd do it.  The thought never crossed
his mind that I'd just walk off.  It never crossed my
mind either. I sat there waiting for him.  Shortly he
brought back two paper cups of coffee.  Both of the
coffees were black with sugar.  He just assumed I'd
like my coffee the way he takes his.  I don't like it
that way though..... I like lots of cream in my
coffee.... and not that kind of cream, you perve.  I
didn't say anything about the black coffee except,
"Thanks".  It was fun just to be able to look at him
this close up.  When his face was relaxed, somber.....
he looked ridiculously handsome and when he smirked or
did his little smile he had the cutest face I'd ever
seen.  It was almost beyond belief.

Mike slurped his coffee, "Too fucking hot." he said.
He took out a pack of cigarettes and gave me one.  I
told him I didn't smoke and Mike said, "Smoke it",  so
I did.  I took little tiny drags on the cigarette as
Mike stared at me with a bemused look on his perfect
face.  He said,    " You smoke like a girl.  What the
fuck's your name, anyway?"  I told him, "Oliver
Nickerson."  Mike laughed and said, "Oliver?  What,
your parents hated you or something?"  I just shook my
head and smiled.

He reached over and messed my hair up a little and
said,   " By the way, you got to get a buzzcut before
you can join my gang."  I said, "I just got this
$65.00 haircut last week".  Mike said, "You got
robbed."  We laughed together and I said, "Oh no I
didn't.  It was free."  He said, "You still got
robbed."  There was something so sexy about him I
gulped for air every so often, when I'd forget to
breathe.  He apparently felt very comfortable staring
at me, but it was making me a little uneasy and I
couldn't hold eye contact with him for long.  I had to
look out to sea every once in a while and take in a
big lungful of air.  He'd just tilt his head a little
and grin at my discomfort.

We drank our bitter coffee without saying too much.
Then Mike said, "I can't get over how much you remind
me of my best bud, Richie.  You remember him at the
Double-Shot, right?"  I said, "Oh, so you do remember
me from the Double-shot?"  Mike said of course he did
and "don't think your hair's too short now for me to
still get a fist full of it if I need to".  I said,
"Oh, please....don't do that to me again.  I promise
not to stare,"  Mike smirked a little smile at me and
said that he wanted to walk some more.  According to
Mike I didn't look like Richie necessarily, but I had
the same body type and everything I did was similar to
the way Richie did it.  He said I acted like Richie
and that it was all quite weird and hard to believe.
I said, "Yes, but there it is."

We walked some more, Mike didn't put his arm around my
shoulder  right away.  I was disappointed so I said,
"Aren't you going to put your arm on my shoulders?"
He gave me another smirk and did one nod of his head
indicating for me to get closer.  When I stepped next
to him he put his arm around my neck and pulled my
head next to his so that his nose was on my forehead
for just a second and then let my head return to it's
regular spot right there above my shoulders. His lips
had left a wet spot of saliva near my left eyebrow.
My boner came back up.  I thought that Richie was one
lucky kid.  We walked without talking for ten minutes
or so.  Then Mike said, "Take off your sandals Oliver.
 We're going to walk on the beach some." I took off my
sandals as Mike lit another cigarette and blew a smoke
ring in my face.  I grinned at him.

Mike didn't keep his arm around my neck as we walked
on the beach, but he looked over at me from time to
time and I smiled a little smile at him each time.  It
was a sexy feeling being alone with Mike.  The way he
paid attention to me made me feel like, at that
moment,  nothing else mattered to him in the whole
world except me.  I wanted desperately to kiss him
again.   If I couldn't kiss him then I wanted him to
at least tell me something else he wanted me to do.  I
had a strong feeling that Mike was a very  straight
guy who liked being a big  tease,  even as I yearned
for him to be gay.

We walked way up the beach.  After awhile I began
imitating the way I remembered Richie walking with
Mike.  That was right next to him so that Mike's and
my arms rubbed against each other.   When we were down
past where people sun-bathed Mike put his arm around
my neck and again pulled my head over to his again and
this time he licked across my lips and rubbed his
cheek against mine.  I almost stumbled as he looked in
my eyes and gave me another great smile.  I would have
done anything he told me to at that moment.  It was
way past the time I should have been on the road home
when we got back to where my car and Mike's motorbike
were parked.  Mike wanted to take me for a ride on his
bike, but I had a five hour drive ahead of me and I
didn't trust myself with him so using common sense I
didn't even know I had, I begged off.

Surprisingly he didn't argue with me.  We walked off
the boardwalk without much conversation and when we
got to my car he said, "OK.  Blow that fucking horn of
yours and it better sound different than the horn that
blew at me earlier."  I looked at him to see if he was
serious and it looked like he was so I blew my horn.
It didn't sound anything like the other guys horn.
Mike said, "I knew it wasn't you."  Everything he did
or said was exciting and I can't tell you why that is.
 It just is.

He also said, "Give me another 'gay' kiss, Oliver.  I
want to be able to recognize one if someone else gives
me one."  I kissed him right there in the parking lot
with people all over the place.  He definitely opened
his mouth this time, but just a quick tongue lick.  I
licked across his teeth and sucked on his top lip.  I
could feel my boner leak and I know I'd have cum in my
shorts if he kissed me back again.  Mike said, "God
damnit.  I was joking with you again about the kiss.
You are going to need a mighty fucking good dentist if
you don't wise-up.  Jesus, you're so gay, Oliver"

I tried to copy the way he smirked at me and when I
gave him my imitation smirk  I think I saw a half a
smile on his lips.  I said, "Next summer I'm looking
you up.  Maybe I'll get a buzzcut and join your gang."
 We both knew I was just fucking around. Mike lit a
cigarette and looked up at the sky.  It didn't seem
like he had anything left to say so I asked, "Mike, ya
think you might introduce me to your bud, Richie,
sometime?"  He said, "Probably not."

His motorbike was parked near my car.  Mike got on it
and fired it up making a lot of noise with his
mufflers.  He said, "See ya." and he roared off.  I
had a boner that ached.  I had to sit in my car a few
minutes letting it go down before turning on the
engine.  I wanted to jerk off so bad.  Why couldn't I
have thought of something that might have made him
stay a little longer?  Maybe he was pissed-off I
didn't go on the motorbike ride with him.  Now I was
pissed-off at myself too...I should have gone.  The
new adventurous Oliver, should have gone.  Why when I
got a chance for something very exciting did the
little mouse-Oliver show up instead of the
adventurous-Oliver?  My eyes stung I was so pissed-off
at myself.  There was a magnetism, a charisma about
Mike that I can't  articulate, but...just the same,
it's there as big as the sky.  Or bigger.

The ride home was a long one, what with the traffic
jams that occur on weekends in the summer.  I thought
about my Wildwood vacation the entire time and had
many boners along the way.  I tried to understand, a
number of times,  why I chickened-out going on that
ride with Mike.  I was still disappointed with myself
and made a promise that I wouldn't pussy-out the next
time I had a chance at something special.   Mostly I
concentrated on the good things....the Alexander
things and the twin's mystery kiss thing.  This
Wildwood vacation was the best I ever had and now it's
over.

Now I got to start getting serious about this summer
job I'd be doing for the next eight weeks.  And, on a
brighter note, I have to get out to Seattle to visit
Christian before I go off to college.  That will be
fun, flying first class and all. I tried to think
about the future from the adventurous Oliver's
perspective, not the mousey Oliver's one.  Fuck the
mouse.

To be continued....... Next "Oliver's Summer Job"

Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com