Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 22:41:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Roth Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 60 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 60 by Donny Mumford Jake and I are sitting on the front steps of the party house drinking cold draft beer and smoking a cigarette. There are about fifteen people around us, but we're only talking to each other. When we first returned from our two-man sex orgy we went around back for beers and as Jake filled a cup I pump the handle on the keg, and then Chubby comes over, and asks, "Yo bro, where ya been? Julie left. She said you abandoned her so she went off with someone named Chuck, to another party I think she said." I tell a little white lie, nodding my head at Jake, saying, "I been hanging with my bud from Merrimack. We've been around front." Chubby's slurs his words, saying, "You'll need to drive home, partner. I'm wasted and I haven't even done shots yet." He barely looked at Jake so my little white lie is gold. Chubby asks, "Ya got any one dollar bills? I'm in a wicked game of liars poker and I need fresh bills." He actually came over to get himself another beer that he doesn't need, but once you've passed the tipping point you think you need more. I give him six one dollar bills asking Jake if he has any. He sips some beer while checking his money and gives me five ones in exchange for a five dollar bill. "Okay, Chubby, here's eleven fresh bills," and he's like, "You're awesome, bro," and he kisses my cheek, a big wet smooch. Jake gives me the beer he just poured, and pours one for himself. Then Chubby pours a beer for himself, but misses the cup completely. Jake smiles, glancing at me, asking, "You're brother? You kinda look alike." I take Chubby's cup and pour him a beer, mumbling, "Yeah, he's my brother, but we didn't used to look alike." We did of course, but before we knew we had the same father we didn't notice the similarities in some of our facial features. Chubby pats my back, "Check ya out later, big brother," and off he goes, bumping into guys, laughing and joking on his way back to his liars poker game. I watch him until he sits down in a beach chair with a number of guys and girls, including Jen. Then Jake and I came around to sit on these steps where it's less crowded and we can still hear the music. He's telling me about how he experimented with girls when he was younger, not wanting to admit to himself he was gay. Not an unfamiliar story. After a bit Ralphie comes over to say, "Yo, Jake, whaddaya doing with smart-ass no-name here?" Ralphie, like everyone else at this party, is hammered. Jake says, "You referring to my bud, Dylan, here? He's good people, Ralph." Ralphie slurs, "He said he's Doc Rivers when I asked what his name was. A lot of these people are not invited guests, but what the fuck can we do. Al says fuck it, he don't care." I mutter to Ralphie, "I said I was Bill Belichick, not Doc Rivers." Ralphie frowns at me, muttering, "What?" then to Jake, nodding his head at me, "The fucker talks in circles." Jake exhales a lot of cigarette smoke in Ralphie's face, saying, "Oh? I haven't noticed that." Ralphie needs another beer and heads for the back yard yelling over his shoulder, "If there's any fucking beer left after all these freeloaders...." and his voice dies out. I look at Jake, who shrugs, "He's an okay guy, but not so much when he's drunk, he just can't drink for shit, that's his problem." We have one more beer and then Jake stands-up, stretches, and says, "I'm never going to catch up with these drunken dudes, and there's not many things worse than hanging with drunks when you're sober, so I'll say goodnight, Dylan. It's been a privilege meeting you. You're boyfriend's a lucky guy." I'm still sitting, so hee leans down to me and gives me a kiss goodbye. I grin, saying, "Right back at ya, Jake." He gives a little wave and coolly saunters down the sidewalk. What a hot ticket he is, but I'm disappointed he didn't suggest we meet-up again this week. It's kinda a blow to my ego actually, and now without Jake to distract me, I realize my rectum's sore and sitting on this step isn't helping it, so I wander around to watch the guys and girls dancing. The guys are much worse then they were earlier, and they weren't any good then. Booze is weird, it makes a fool out of you at times and it doesn't taste that good either. I guess it's peer pressure that makes college kids imbibe so much of it. Doing a subtle survey of the guys here, I notice a lot of them are older looking than I expect of college kids, but I noticed that at Merrimack too. Many guys look like they could be in their mid twenties, or even older, instead of nineteen or twenty. The guys here that are younger looking aren't doing it for me either. Funny, but this whole week has been lacking in the cute guys category, but yet three of the cutest hooked up with me. I include Willie in there, and Jumper while not as cute as his buddy, stuck-up Terry, still qualifies although not by a whole lot. Jake was a home run though. Huh, Jake's right about it not being fun with a bunch of drunks when you're not... it does suck a little bit. Guess I'll watch some liars poker. Checking my watch I see it's eleven-thirty so as soon as the liars poker game breaks up I sort of guide Chubby to the spot we came in at, and help him up the slope to the parking lot with him complaining, "Let's get a roadie, bro." Just what he needs, one for the road. I say, "We'll get a beer at home and drink it on the deck," and Chubby's like, "Awesome plan, Dylan." He falls asleep in the car as I'm getting totally fuckin' lost trying to backtrack the directions. Still, I'm feeling fine with a little glow from that awesome sex with Jake. Guess it's one and done with him, and it still kinda hurts he wasn't interested enough to want to hook-up one more time. Well, that's just plain greedy of me, I guess. Finally I see a sign for the Garden State Parkway and get on it going the wrong way, I'm going sixty miles an hour away from Wildwood. Goddammit! Fifty-fifty chance for the right entry ramp and I choose the wrong one. Getting off at the first exit I reverse myself and come into Wildwood like Chubby and I did on Saturday. It's great knowing where I am for a change! Naturally I can't find a close parking space so I park in front of the fire hydrant where the moms parked. It's right in front of the duplex, and then I get Chubby up the stairs, and wrestle him out of his clothes and get him on the toilet where I hear his piss hit the water. I tell Chubby, "I'm going to find a legal parking spot and then I'll be right back, Chubby. Brush your teeth, dude, cigarette and booze breath in the morning is potent enough to set the sheets on fire." He looks at me grinning, then babbles something. I wave and hurry down to the car. No parking ticket this time. Three blocks away I squeeze the Jeep into a parking spot and walk back to the duplex. Chubby's sleeping on the toilet. I should leave him here, but I don't because he could crack his head open on the sink or tub if he falls off the toilet. Needing to pee myself, I first wash up and then brush my teeth and gargle. Looking at Chubby I decide I gotta do it, so I get his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it and shake him. He mutters, "What, what?" I say, "Open your mouth," which surprisingly he does. I brush his teeth, then get him standing, pull up his underwear, and get him to the sink where he spits out tooth paste and then cups water in his hand to rinse his mouth out. Another surprise, "Gargle Chubby and wash your face and hands," and he does what he's told, although I think he's more asleep than awake. I dry his hands and face as Chubby mumbles unintelligibly. Ya have to laugh, and I do, as we stagger into the bedroom where he flops on my side of the bed. That's close enough for me, so after I take a much needed piss, I get him under the covers and walk around to get in his side of the bed. Wrapping him in my arms, I smile because it's been another great day in Wildwood and another perfect ending, which means me hugging Chubby while I fall asleep. We sleep-in the next morning too, waking just after ten o'clock. Chubby's hurting of course, bitchin' and moaning about his hangover, but that's the price he pays for drinking way too much beer last night. Padding into the kitchen as Chubby moans in bed, I immediately see what the moms were up to last night. There's this big poster they drew last night wishing me a happy birthday and calling me one of the two coolest kids in the world. I think I know who the other one is. It makes me smile. There's a birthday cake and two envelopes containing, undoubtedly, birthday cards with money. I don't open them though, I'll wait for when our family is all together. The moms are on the beach early this morning getting a little more beach time before their twin boyfriends arrive. After I get Chubby three Tylenol and two glasses of orange juice, I take care of my bathroom stuff, pull on a swimsuit and t-shirt, step into sandals and saunter to the boardwalk feeling good. Another beautiful day except it's my twentieth birthday. I'm no longer a teenager! Oh well, I'll begin the rest of my life with a Taylor pork roll sandwich just like I started the next to last day of the rest of my life. I don't feel any different not being a teen and I wonder if I'll think the same thing when I'm thirty years old, God forbid. The boardwalk is bustling as usual. There's joggers, walkers, gawkers, and bicycle riders. The ocean waves are still breaking on the shoreline and the seagulls are still floating in air making their squawking sounds as the sun shines down and is cooled a little by the ocean breeze. Nothing ever changes at the Jersey shore in the summer when you're on the boardwalk, and I'm happy about that. For my breakfast sandwich this morning I splurge and get a fried egg with a slice of cheddar cheese to go with the Taylor pork roll, and then stroll along the boardwalk eating it while looking at the scenery, meaning the boys. Some of them are smiling with their friends while others with their families appear stoically indifferent, trying to appear cool and above it all as they walk with a frown on their faces. There are some good looking guys, some average and not good looking guys, and once in awhile a cute guy. All of them I glance at without an ounce of lust in my heart for any of them. I'm just appreciating the variety and wondering what each one's life story might be. Everyone has a different life story, some more fortunate than me, and many others less so. There's a lot of happenstance in all of our lives dictated somewhat by the family we're born into and the acquaintances we're exposed to, some of whom we chose as our friends. Those choices many times influence the direction we take in life, both for the good or bad paths we follow. Yep, peer pressure from our friends sometimes is a bad influence, but it's a hard thing to avoid, so choosing the right friends is important. Too bad when we're choosing friends we're apt to be too young to know that, so luck is involved too. I've acknowledged many times how lucky I've been in the game of life, but the older I get the less I want to depend on luck. Twenty isn't old of course, but it represents five more years of experience then I had as a fifteen year old. Right now I'm thinking that maybe the most fun years of my life have already happened, but I thought the same thing when graduating high school and then the year after that was my best year yet. Maybe I'll think the same thing on my twenty-first birthday. That's the thing, we don't know what tomorrow will bring. It's both exciting and a little scary at the same time, but such is life. And why am I being so introspective this morning? It has to be that I'm beginning a new chapter in my life... the first non-teen chapter. The year that's ahead of me probably won't be much different then last year because there are only subtle changes in the way we do things or see things from year to year. The cumulative changes of thought and actions over a number of years is noticeable of course, but at the core I'm basically the same person I was every year of my life. At least that I can remember. Finished my sandwich, I buy a coffee and drink it while smoking a cigarette sitting on a bench at the railing of the boardwalk nearest the beach. Along jogs a group of teenage boys, but they're not as cute as the group who jogged past me yesterday. Ah, where have all the flowers gone? Last year there were a lot of cute guys to ogle, but this year not so many. Could it be my brain has adjusted my perception of cuteness? I'm aware that subconsciously it appears I've stopped ogling young teens, so that reduces the possibilities right there. Oh sure, I still can see the beauty in some young teens, but I'm simply not interested in them any longer and I wonder if this trend will continue until there's a time I'm not interested in teenage boys at all, no matter their age. Perish the thought, but it's a possibility I suppose. Remote, but I suppose a possibility, although not one I care to dwell on at the moment. Interrupting my old-age thoughts, a young man sits on my bench, and says, "Beautiful day, huh?" I look at him for a second, and nod my head, muttering, "Yeah, not unusual though as most days are beautiful at the shore in the summer." Upon a closer inspection he appears to be at least thirty, but it's so hard to tell because some guys age quicker then others. This guy's about my size and average looking with an average haircut, and pretty eyes. He asks, "Could I bum a light off of you?" I pass him my Bic lighter, mumbling, "Sure," and when he takes it, his hand grazes mine as he looks me in the eyes, asking, "You've got a great tan, are you spending the summer in Wildwood?" It occurs to me he may be trying to pick me up. Of course I might be giving myself too much credit because he's wearing a wedding ring. I go, "No, just for the week." He lights his cigarette and with smoke coming out of his mouth he passes the lighter back to me, saying, "Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping you could tell me where there's some action is town. This is my first time here and I've got a pocket full of money, but don't know where I should spend it. Guess I need a guide, heh heh." I ask, "Action? Whaddaya mean?" He says, "I don't know exactly, you're a awesome looking dude so I figured you'd know where the hot spots are, or something interesting to do at least. You know, um, where the girls are. You look like a ladies man, so how 'bout it? Any ideas?" I shake my head 'no' not wanting to carry this conversation on any further. He takes a drag and as he lets the smoke drift out of his nose and mouth, he asks, "You got a girlfriend? I'll bet you have more than one, right?" I get up and without looking at him, say, "You got that right, have a nice vacation." I walk away, not sure how I feel about an older guy trying to come on to me. Then he's by my side, "Mind if I walk with you?" It occurs to me I don't know how to handle this situation. I say, "Sorry, but I'm on my way back to the house," and he goes, "Let me buy you a lemonade or something and you can tell me where I can get a cool haircut like yours." I'm halfway between two exit ramps and as soon as I get to the next one I'm getting off the boardwalk. He should be able to tell I'm not interested in his advances because now I don't even bother answering him, but that doesn't seem to phase him. He takes hold of my arm stopping us, and goes, "Okay, I'm offering you a hundred dollars to be my guide. Are you interested?" I say, "No thanks," and he goes, "How much would interest you?" Jerking my arm from his grip, I say, "No amount, stop bothering me!" He calmly says, "If you come back to my motel room with me, it's right off the ramp back there, and spend a little time with me, say an hour, I'll give you five hundred dollars. I'll give it to you right now 'cause I trust you." Along comes a boardwalk cop on his bike, I say, "See that cop? I'll tell him about your offer unless you walk away from me right now." He bites his bottom lip, then asks, "Don't ya need five hundred dollars? I promise I won't do anything you don't want to do," and he runs his fingers through my short hair, adding, "You're beautiful, that's the only reason I want to spend some time with you. It's a compliment to you." I feel sorry for him, so I say, "Look, I'm very sorry, but I'm not interested. I don't want to get you in trouble either, so please try someone else, okay?" With the tips of his fingers he lightly rubs my cheek, mumbling, "You're very nice. I don't want to upset you so, okay, I'll stop pestering you. Um, would you take my cell phone number in case you reconsider? I promise not to do anything with you that is offensive to you, and five hundred dollars must be a lot of money for a teenager to make in half an hour." Now it's down to half an hour. I say, "I'm not a teenager. I believe you wouldn't hurt me, but I'm not for sale. Go on line and find someone who is. Surely some kid would love five hundred bucks." As I'm walking away, he says, "I've been on line and no one is nearly as hot as you. You're gay, I just feel it in my bones." Over my shoulder, I shout, "One more time, I'm politely saying, no." He nods at me, then turns his back and slowly walks up the boardwalk in the other direction with me feeling a little shaky. I feel bad for the guy, he's kind of pathetic begging like he did, and then I realize he's the first person who ever offered me money for sex. If he were as cute as, say Jake, would I have taken him up or his offer? It's impossible to say, but I don't think so. I need to be attracted to a guy, and usually there's a little dominance necessary before a guy sexually peaks my interest, and begging is about as far from dominant as you can get. Strange experience alright, but I don't believe the guy's dangerous so I'm glad I didn't dump the cops on him. Chubby and I believe if you're dealing with the police, in any capacity, you're going to regret it. Just think of all the shit I'd need to go through if I put the boardwalk cop on that guy... filing a complaint, justifying it and explaining it to my mom and Chubby. No thanks. Back at the house I find Chubby still sleeping it off, so I leave him a note saying I'm going to the beach and I'm carrying his beach chair as well as my own. He did it for me the first day we were here. On the beach, after a nice happy birthday greeting from the moms, I thank them for the poster and tell them I'm waiting until we're all together to open my cards. The moms are sitting in the sun, not under the umbrella for once. They say they need a little color on their faces for the boyfriends. Mom says, "It's a healthy look having a touch of tan, don't you think, Dylan?" Mom is so sweet and sincere about everything, almost seeming naive at times. I give her a kiss on the cheek and Tris asks, "Is Jeffrey still sleeping?" I break out my 6048th little white lie, and say, "Chubby's under the weather, we think he had ate something that was spoiled last night. His stomach's upset and he has a headache so it might be a touch of stomach flu too. Poor guy." The moms are all concerned, Tris asks, "Do you think there's something I can do to help him?" I go, "Nah, I got some Tylenol for him and he says a little extra sleep will be the best medicine." The moms nod their heads, "We know you two always look out for each other, and that's such a comfort for us, isn't it Dee?" This gets them talking about the time Chubby stayed home from school to take care of me when I had a fever in the tenth grade. Of course Chubby and I were always looking for a excuse to miss random days at school, and taking care of me and my fever was a handy excuse. As the moms begin talking about other times Chubby and I took care of each other I wander down towards the water for a dip in the ocean. I'm putting the boardwalk incident out of my mind because it's a downer thinking about how needy that guy seemed. Also, he's another testament that I'm somehow exuding sexual attraction to those interested in that kind of thing, and I don't know what it is I'm doing so it's frustrating me. Before I've gone ten steps someone throws sand on my leg. I look over and see my little buddy, not-gay, Junior Ryder of body surfing fame. He had his back to me when I gave a quick look at today's talent on the beach, so I hadn't recognized him. When his hair was wet it looked darker, but now that it's dry I can see that it's a sexy light brown color. It's cut in a much longer version of a haircut I've given many guys. The one where the hairs are combed down on top and the bangs are flipped-up in front. Actually Junior's about six weeks overdo for a haircut and his hair's grown too long for that style, but he's trained it that way so his bangs stick up in front three inches or so. He's sitting on a beach towel giving me a cute mischievous grin, then he says, "You almost stepped on my beach towel, Dylan." I go, "I did not, you threw sand on me because you're a brat." He asks, "Ya gonna do some body surfing?" I go, "Un huh," and he asks, "Do you need someone to surf into?" I go, "Un huh," and he turns his head and says to a lady, presumably his mother, "I'm going in the ocean with my friend, Dylan, for a swim." She smiles, and says to me, "Hi, Dylan, nice to meet you." I take a couple of steps over and hold my hand out, and as we shake hands as I say, "Hi, I'm Dylan Newman, nice to meet you too," then I point to where the moms are sitting, saying, "I'm on vacations with my mom and brother," but I leave off, 'And my brother's mother', because that confuses people. My mom sees me point, but thinks I'm waving, so she waves back which makes Junior's mom wave at my mom, and the moms get up to come down, probably thinking we know this woman. Maybe a neighbor or something and the moms are very sociable. They're surprised to find that they don't know who I'm talking to, but that's a temporary bump in the road for them. Within two minutes the three woman are into a conversation and Junior's mother's invited to move her beach chair over to where the moms are sitting. Junior's mom's is about the moms' age and just as friendly too. I go, "Come on, Junior, lets hit the ocean, dude." Walking towards the ocean, he says, "Oh man, I'm glad my mom has someone to talk with now, I felt bad for her being alone." I say, "Well, you're along too," and he goes, "No I'm not, I'm with you." Hmmm, I wonder how old this kid is? "Um, Junior, how old are you?" He says, "How old do you think I am?" I go, "I don't know, fifteen?" He laughs, "Nope," so I go, "Fourteen?" and he says, "Today's my birthday, I'm eighteen." I say, "Get the hell out of here. You're not eighteen," and he laughs, "Ya wanna bet five bucks?" I call his bluff, "Yeah, five bucks says you're not eighteen." He laughs and pulls my arm and we walk in the direction where the moms are, with me thinking, I hope Junior's telling the truth actually. When he's close enough, he calls over, "Hey, mom, how old am I today?" She tells my mom, "Junior's eighteen today, I can't believe how fast eighteen years went by." My mom squeals, "Oh, Ann, my Dylan's birthday's today too," and they go on about what a coincidence that is, as Junior smirks at me, saying, "Ya owe me five dollars, sucker." Oh man, this might be the best five dollars I ever spent. We head for the ocean as I run my fingers through his hair, "You suckered me into that pretty smoothly, Junior, so I might need to surf into you with a little more vigor today." He says, "Use all the vigor you want. Hey, where's your brother?" I mumble, "He's hung over, but keep that among us guys." He's staring at me as we walk, muttering, "Sure thing," then he goes, "Hey, you don't look twenty any more then I look eighteen." I go, "Yeah, ain't we lucky?" Junior's a skinny fellow, skinny in that his ribs are almost showing, but he's got nicely defined pecs and biceps. He's a couple inches shorter than me, but then his mom's real short and thin too. Now that I know he's eighteen, I'm looking at him differently and decide he's cute as a button, although I've never seen a cute button, so that's just one more goofy old saying. Junior's got a sunburned pug nose and pretty blue eyes almost the same shade as mine, but the cutest thing about him is his mouth because he's got an awesome grin with dimples, and he grins a lot, plus his teeth are blindingly white with a little space between each top tooth. I don't know why, but I think that's the cutest fucking thing ever. I stare back at him, muttering, "Whacha looking at, hotsuff?" He says, "I'm looking at you 'cause you're awfully good looking." I go, "Hey, nice compliment and you're cute as a button, so how do you like that?" He says, "Gay boys like you say guys are cute, but straight boys like me say 'good looking'." Studying him more closely I see the beginning of a peach fuzz mustache, and ask, "Are you trying to grow a mustache?" He says, "I'm not trying, but it looks like it's happening on it's own. How 'bout you mister twenty-year-old." I mumble, "I shave," and he goes, "No ya don't. Wanna bet on it?" I go, "Nah, that's alright." This kid's cool. We're in the ocean with the water up to my knees, and I go, "Holy shit, this fuckin' water's cold today," and Junior says, "I'm telling your mom you said 'holy shit' and 'fuckin'." I get my arm around his neck pulling his head over to mind and say, "If you do I'm gonna have to do something gay to you." He grins, asking, "What, hit me with your purse?" I chuckle, "I'm not that kind of gay lad, Junior." His arm is casually around my waist, as he says, "You smell good." I pull his forehead over and put my nose on it to take a big inhale, then say, "So do you, you smell better than me." He says, "You want to kiss me don't ya?" I glance around feeling we might be attracting attention, but that doesn't appear to be the case. I go, "Nah, I don't want to kiss you, I only kiss boys who want me to." We let go of each other and wade out to deeper water and dive under. Junior's a good swimmer, very sleek in the water. We have a couple of races with the results undetermined because other swimmers get in our way before the race is over. Then we both body surf for awhile until Junior wants to body surf into me, which he does three or four times with me getting him in bear hugs each time, instead of dunking him like he did to me yesterday. We get the giggles with his skinny slippery body feeling so good as he squirms against me. We end up wrapped in each others arms, chest to chest. He stops struggling and stares as me for a moment. I grin, asking, "What?' and he kisses my lips and then breaks away and swims under water. He comes up right in front of me and gooses my crotch, accidentally on purpose, then says, "Lets dry off, my mom has a thermos of cold lemonade, I'm thirsty." I go, "Yeah, okay," and we wade in with me wondering what to make of the kiss and goose. Just because he said he wasn't gay yesterday doesn't mean he's not. I mean, he was into our bodily contact as much as I was, so I'm wondering if maybe he is. Damn, I've been lucky three nights in a row, should I go for four? Damn right I should. We join all three moms who are chattering away to beat the band. Junior and I grab our towels and dry off with Junior drying his hair too and when he's done his hair is sticking up all over his head. His mom says, "Oh, Junior, you needed a haircut before we came to the shore. How about getting it cut in Wildwood?" My mom says, "Ann, Dylan is an excellent barber. He cuts all the kids' hair in the neighborhood, it seems like all the kids anyway." Junior asks me, "Would you give me a haircut, Dylan?" I go, "Sure, I gave my brother a haircut a couple of days ago," then glance up and see Chubby trudging down the beach. I go, "Speaking of the devil," and Tris says to Junior's mom, "Here comes my son now." All five of us look at Chubby and he sees us and gets a big grin on his face. If the moms weren't here he'd be flashing me the finger along with his smile. Just a friendly finger to say hello. Junior and me get cups of lemonade and when Chubby gets to the group he's introduced, then Junior and his mom are introduced. Chubby steals a glance at me when he sees Junior's hanging near me, and I smirk back. I ask, "How's that stomach bug coming along, Chubby, any better?" He goes, "Yeah, I'm making some progress," and the moms quiz him about his health, then Chubby sits in his beach chair, saying, "Thanks for bringing the chair down for me, Dylan," and I go, "Just retuning the favor, bro." Sonny says, "Hey, I'm the only one without a beach chair." I'd ask him to sit on my lap, but being a gay fellow myself I don't do that so the moms won't think I perving on the lad, although that's what I doing in my imagination. Chubby says, "Here, sit in my chair, Junior, I'm gonna lay on a beach towel and give my back a little tanning." I ask, "You want sunscreen, bro?" and he goes, "Not yet, I want some sun first. If you see me getting red, spread away." I mumble, "I'm always looking out for my little brother, Junior." He asks, "How much younger is he, Dylan?" I shrug, mumbling, "Almost two days." Junior looks at me muttering, "Riiiiight," sarcastically. I could win back my five bucks betting Junior about that, but it'd require too much explanation. Chubby, me, and Sonny talk about what thrill rides we like best on the boardwalk and then which miniature golf course is the hardest. We do a lot of chuckling at Chubby's humorous observations. After awhile my mom says, "Dylan, honey, us ladies are going up for lunch, will you watch all our stuff?" I go, "Absolutely. When are your, um, boyfriends arriving?" Tris says, "Any minute now. We'll bring them back to the beach with us." I'm thinking, 'Oh goody,' but that's not nice, the moms deserve having their fun too. Junior wants to know when I can give him a haircut, so I say, "Not sure, Junior, but we'll fit it in." He says, "How about tomorrow morning when my hair will be clean after my shower," and I say, "Ya don't need clean hair little buddy, I'll shampoo it for you." He gives me a big grin, and says, "That sounds cool. I'd like that." I nod my head thinking, 'I'd like to give you a bath too' ha ha. Chubby shakes his head smiling. I know what he's thinking, he's thinking the boys in Wildwood don't have a chance when I'm in town. I ask him, "What are you shaking your head about, Chubby?" He grins at me, "Oh, nothing," and he laughs. I mutter, "You're just so wrong about that," and he goes, "No I'm not." Junior says, "I've got a tennis ball, ya wanna scratch a handball court in the wet sand and play pocket ball, I mean handball." Chubby says, "You guys go ahead, I'm still recovering from my, what do I have again, Dylan?" I go, "Stomach flu probably, but we're not sure." I tell Junior, "We'll need to go to the next beach over where there's no bossy lifeguards." He gets the ball from his mom's satchel and we walk across the sand towards the next beach with Junior bumping into my side as we walk, then he puts the tennis ball inside the front of his bathing suit, and says, "One of my balls feels funny, Dylan, look, is this normal do ya think?" I look over and laugh, as he asks, "Do you wanna get that thing out for me?" I go, "Are you sure you're not a tiny bit gay, Junior Ryder?" and he goes, "Wouldn't you like to know?" We find an unoccupied section of wet sand near the ocean where Junior gets on all fours and uses a Popsicle stick to outline a handball court in the sand. We both win a game and then the tiebreaker goes on for awhile because ya need to win by two. Junior finally wins about the same time I'm losing interest in doing this. Chubby and I, a couple of years ago, would do this every day for two hours straight keeping a running tally of wins and loses throughout the week, but it's not as much fun as it used to be . As Junior and I walk back to our chairs he pulls out the front of my boardie swimsuit and puts the tennis ball in the netting that serves as a jockstrap. The back of his knuckles scrape my belly as he does it, and he goes, "Hey, you haven't started growing pubic hairs yet." Figuring that Junior couldn't imagine a guy shaving his pubes, I say, "I'll bet ya five dollars I have." He grabs my arm, "Stand still for a second, Dylan," and he rubs his fingers around my groin area inside my swim suit, saying, "I'll call your bluff and bet ya the five dollars you ain't got pubes," as he pulls his hand out. I go, "The bet is: you're betting I haven't grown pubic hair and I'm betting I have." I reach in and pull out the tennis ball, asking, "Ya wanna lick the tennis ball now that it's been next to my dick, Junior?" He says, "Yeah, but I'll do it at home," and he laughs. When we're almost back to our chairs, he's figures it out, "You don't shave you're pubes do ya?" I say, "I'll bet ya five dollars I do." He laughs, "I guess gay guys can get away with that sort of thing. No bet, you still owe me five dollars." Chubby's dozed off so Junior and I goof around sitting in our beach chairs. He finds reasons to touch me every thirty seconds or so, not that I mind. I notice he chews his fingernails, so I break his balls about that, "Ya big baby, you still chew your fingernails." He goes, "I still wank on my pee pee too, so what?" I go, "You call your dick a pee pee?" He shrugs, and asks, "You're gay, so have you ever messed around with pee?" I'm like, "Messed around with pee? What the fuck ya talking about, dude? Ya mean a urine fetish?" He goes, "Yeah, exactly," and I chuckle, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have that fetish or any fetish for that matter." He asks, "Okay, then what does it mean that your gay?" I say, "It means I'm sexually attracted tosome members of my sex, which is to say, males." He rubs his finger along my forearm, asking, "How 'bout me, are you attracted to me?" I say, "I'm only interested in the occasional guy that's around my age, cute, and gay. Straight boys I leave for the girls." He goes, "Huh, that don't seem fair to the straight boys." I mutter, "Tough," and he asks, "If I sat on your lap would you get a bone in your swimsuit?" Immediately a vision of Sonny sitting on my lap in the car going to Ray's basketball game pops-up in my brain, and my shoulders shudder a bit. It's the first thought I've had of Sonny since he texted me Saturday night, and now it occurs to me that Junior reminds me a little of Sonny. Speaking of texting, Robby and I text a few times a day and Ryan texted me that he's going to leave me in peace on my vacation, but he's counting the days until we're reunited at Merrimack. He still hopes it works out that he can share an apartment with us. Ray texted me, but I haven't responded to his text because I'm losing interest in him now that Sonny's in the picture. Looking at Junior, I say, "I'd probably spring a boner, yeah, because you're cute and cuddly." He grins, saying, "You're wondering why I kissed you earlier, aren't you?" and he squeezes my thigh very close to my dick. I say, "Yeah, why did you kiss me?" He grins, "How old were you when you first touched another boy's pee pee?" I shake my head slowly, mumbling, "Are you aware you're constantly switching topic?" He laughs, "I'm trying to confuse you," and he gets up and sits on my lap, leaning his back against my chest. I put my arms around him, saying, "If you think you're making me uncomfortable, think again." This kid smells good and that's really saying something because we've been swimming in the fucking ocean, yet his natural scent still comes through. He wiggles his ass on my lap and I feel my dick responding, so I say, "Here comes your mom," and Junior jumps off my lap looking towards the street a hundred yards behind us. I laugh, muttering, "Gotcha," and Junior sits back on my lap chuckling, then mumbles, "I want to feel your pee pee get hard against my bum." I say, "Pee pee, bum? How the fuck old did you say you were?" He rubs the side of his forehead against my cheek nestling in against me. Then he grabs my wrists and pulls my arms around him again, saying, "I don't like to use crude words," and I'm like, "Well at least use proper words, like penis and buttocks, not pee pee and bum!" He stretches his neck, turning his head a little, and kisses the side of my chin, then says, "Lower your head and I'll kiss your lips again and give you another thrill." I do not lower my head, instead I ask, "How many boys have you kissed, Junior?" He say, "Counting you, one," and he squirms his ass on my lap again. Cute ass too, just like Sonny's. Chubby mumbles, "Not here, Dylan, fer chrissakes," I laugh, "Junior's a persistent lad, Chubby. He's also a brat, but I like his moxie." Junior asks, "What's that?" I go, "You got guts, balls, stuff like that, and you're also a little outrageous too." He says, "My balls are small, how about yours?" Chubby laughs, then says, "I'm gonna take a dip in the ocean to cool off. Would you put sunscreen on my back when I get back, Dylan?" I go, "Absolutely, Chubby." He walks down the beach as Junior squirms some more on my lap, asking, "No erection yet?" I say, "It's getting there," and Junior giggles while squirming some more, muttering, "This is fun. Um, Dylan, before doing my haircut, would you pee on my hand? I'll show you how fast my little penis gets hard." I ask, "Are you fucking serious, dude?" He says, "Yeah, so what? Lots of people have a urine fetish, ya don't need to be gay." I say, "Are you peeing on your little playmates, Junior?" He laughs, "No, you're the first kid I know who's gay so I'm asking you." I say, "I already told you, I'm not interested in that." He goes, "Please," and I shrug, "What the fuck, sure, I'll pee on your hand if you insist on putting it in the way." He twist around to look at me again, then he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to his crotch to feel his boner. "I beat you to it, I got an erection thinking about you peeing on me." I go, "Jesus!" and he says, "It feels good, what's wrong with feeling good?" I mumble, "Ya got me there, Sonny," and he stands up with the front of his bathing suit poking out. "Look at that," he says, laughing. I have to laugh myself, he's a cute little, dude. From the look of things his pee pee is little too. Junior sits in Chubby's chair rubbing his boner, mumbling, "Man, that was fun." Chubby comes back up the beach and says, "Your turn for the beach towel, Junior." I get up to get the sunscreen for Chubby's back and Junior hops into my chair. I'm shaking my head slowly, but I can't get mad at Junior. He's right, it's fun messin' with him. I still can't tell if he's gay, but if he's not he's one uninhibited kid. As I spread sunscreen on Chubby's back we hear the moms chatting as they come down the beach towards us. I look up and see two men with them. I go, "Here come the twin boyfriends, Chubby." He turns his head and looks, mumbling, "Wow, they look young." Finished spreading the sunscreen, I'm wiping my hands on a paper towel watching the three moms and the twins coming through the sand. They stop to rent beach chairs for the guys and then the guys carry them to where we're standing. Mom says, "Boys, this is Rick and his brother Ron," then Tris introduces us to them. We do handshakes, asking, "Wassup, guys," and the men are polite and friendly as all get out. They look sort of alike, but they're obviously fraternal twins, not identical. Nice looking though and I can see that they were probably kinda cute as kids. Good bodies that are very much alike, they're a little taller than me with brown hair and eyes and men's haircuts. Way to go moms. I'd guess they're in their early thirties now, younger then the moms by, I think mom told me seven years. The moms are thirty-seven so I guess the guys are just ten years older than Chubby and me, which isn't ancient. We answer as few questions, and they say 'happy birthday' to me, then us three kids head for the boardwalk for lunch. Junior's mom calls out, "Junior, don't you need some money?" And he grins at her, saying, "No thanks, mom, Dylan lost a bet so he needs to buy me lunch." Chubby grins, saying to me, "Junior might be too much for you to handle, bro." I agree, muttering, "Tell me about it." As we walk, I ask Junior, "Um, are your mom and dad divorced?" He goes, "No, dad has to work, he plays professional baseball." I go, "What team?" and Junior says, "He's a pitcher in the triple A farm system for the Blue Jays." I mutter, "Cool," but the truth is the guys got to be at least thirty-five so if he hasn't made the major leagues by now, he never will. Just a journeyman farm system guy that's a real good pitcher, but not quite good enough. I wonder how much they get paid in the minors? We're carrying our sandals with our t-shirts draped over our shoulders. The temperature is in the nineties today without much of a breeze so we're sweating by the time we get to the boardwalk. Chubby asks, "What do you guys feel like eating for lunch?" Junior says, "Whatever you guys want is fine with me." So Chubby goes, "Awesome, lets get fish and chips," which we've never had in our lives. Chubby's trying to get a rise out of Junior, who says, "I love fish and chips." I chuckle saying, "Nice try, bro," and he gives me a smirk, muttering, "Fish and chips, my ass." We have Mac's pizza and cold Cokes. We eat it in the partially air conditioned area in the back of the restaurant. Three slices each and Chubby picks up the check, saying, "You guys are such lovely company I insist on treating." I go, "Lovely?" and Chubby says, "I meant to say awesome." As soon as we walk outside Jen appears with Julie. What the fuck? Did they plant some kind of tracking device on us? Julie says, "There you are, Dylan, what happened to you last night?" I go, "Sorry, Julie, but I was just around front," and Jen says, "Jeff, can you guys play miniature golf with us?" Chubby makes a face, "Miniature golf? That's for nighttime, the daytime is for the beach, girl." Two guys not wearing shirts come up from the beach and one of them calls over, "Julie, did ya eat lunch yet?" Jen says, "That's her hunky boyfriend." I glance over at him and he might look hunky to girls, but to me he looks like a twenty-five year old construction worker with long hair and a little patch of whiskers under his bottom lip. I hate that look. Julie goes over to him smiling and he puts his sweaty arm around her. Jen says to Chubby, "Okay, beach time it is, but come down where I'm sitting and keep me company. You just might get lucky tonight." Chubby says, "I sure wasn't lucky last night," and Jen's like, "No, you were fucking drunk last night or I would have driven you home and who knows what might have popped-up, but you chose booze over me." Chubby turns to me, "Do you mind, Dylan?" I go, "Nah, I'll catch up with you later, dude," and I put my arm across Junior's shoulders, adding, "I've got a playmate to keep me company, and thanks for lunch, bro." We bump fists as Jen says, "Playmate?" and Chubby says, "Yeah, playmate," them bumps fists with Junior, saying, "Check ya out later, dude." Junior and I glance at each other and then he mutters, "Guess you're stuck with me, Dylan." I grin at him and shrug, then we walk to the steps taking off our t-shirts on the way. As we're trudging through the sand heading back to our beach chairs, Junior tells me his mom works as a cashier in Kohl's department store and during the winter his dad works at a health club, so that gives me some insight as to how much minor league ball players make; not a hell of a lot. As we approach our moms, Junior asks, "How about that shampoo and haircut now, Dylan?" Hmmm, I'm not particularly looking forward to making small talk with the moms' boyfriends, so I say, "Yeah, okay, Junior, but lets tell the moms what we're doing and where Chubby is so they don't wonder what happened to us. Junior's mom is full of thanks that I'm going to give Junior a haircut and wants to pay me, but I tell her I never take money for haircuts. Then I need to exchange a few words with Rick and Ron about how I learned to cut hair, how long I've been doing it, and so forth. Don't get me wrong, they're good guys, but I'm not comfortable with adults I just met. It's sorta like work and not fun, and I like me some fun. We finally head to the house carrying Chubby's and my beach chair. It's after two o'clock now so we'll probably only come back to the beach for a dip in the ocean or maybe to walk to beach a little. We're done with sun bathing for today. At the house we use the outside hose to wash off the sand from our feet, then inside it feels almost cold in the air conditioning after the ninety degree heat outside. I say, "First the shampoo, Junior. You're hair is full of salt from the salt water." He feels his hair, saying, "It's stiff" then he wants to know, "How ya gonna cut my hair? What style?" I pull his t-shirt over his head, asking, "How do you want it?" and he says, "You decide, and don't forget you said you would pee on my hand." I'm like, "Are you serious?" and he says, "Please! What good is knowing a gay kid if he won't pee on my hand?" I laugh at that and Junior holds out his hand, looking at it, saying, "I'll do something gay with you if you help me with my urine fetish." I say, "I don't want to do anything gay with you because you don't qualify. You're cute, about my age or close enough, but you're not gay... that's where ya missed the boat." He says, "What if I'm secretly gay?" I ask, "Are you?" and he says, "I don't know, but I might be. I'm attracted to some guys, and you too, but I've never done anything with a guy." I say, "How about with a girl?" He makes a face, "Nah, I've never had a girlfriend. Girls think I'm too short and skinny, I think." I go, "I think you are too." He laughs, "No you don't. You like me and you like us messing around in the water and all. I know you do, and you still owe me five dollars because Chubby brought me lunch." I take a deep breath, deciding I gotta call his bluff about something, so I say, "Come in the bathroom and I'll pee. If you put your hand in the pee so be it, but if anybody hears about this I'm gonna kick your ass 'cause you're the one nagging me to do it." He says, "You think I want someone knowing about my pee fetish? Get real! I only feel free talking to you about it because you're gay." I grip behind his neck leading him to the bathroom, saying, "Your logic alludes me, Junior. Why you connect me being gay with your urine fetish makes no sense whatsoever." He says, "It makes perfect sense, you're going to do it aren't you?" Inside the bathroom, I ask, "Where you on the debating team at school by any chance?" He goes, "No, why?" He lifts the toilet seat and holds his hand over the toilet bowel. I say, "I'm peeing in the toilet, what you do with that hand is your business." Pulling the front of my bathing suit down under my balls gets Junior reaching over and rubbing his fingers around my groin, muttering, "That's so cool," and you have a big dick too. I don't," and he pulls his bathing suit down like I did. His cock is similar to Robby's, Dodger's, and Chubby's. No, it's smaller than theirs, and his nuts are definitely smaller. He says, "I've been embarrassed about this little fellow, like, forever, but there's nothing I can do about it." I say, "Don't be embarrassed, it's not the size so much as it's how well you use it." He goes, "I use it to stroke and pee, that's about it." Like I said, Junior is extremely uninhibited. "Okay, here goes, Junior," and I start peeing. I've needed to pee for the last hour or more. Junior puts his hand right under the stream and the resulting piss splatter hits his legs. He leans his head down near my dick, mumbling, "I love the way pee smells," as more pee splatters off his hand onto his wrist and chest and even his face. I say, "Get your hand lower so the pee isn't splattering all over you!" Instead he leans in and moves his arm under the stream so pee covers his arm from his hand to his elbow. I say, "For christ sake, Junior!" then glance over to see him stroking a three and three-quarter inch boner. It's short and thin. He's grimacing and grunting quietly, but my pee runs out before he can get his rock off, although there's some watery precum on the back of the two fingers and thumb he used to stroke his cock-ette with. I mutter, "That might be the strangest thing I've ever seen." He sits on the floor, still pulling his pud, "Don't, Dylan, don't mock me, I didn't decide to have a urine fetish, it just happened." I pat his stiff hair, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to put you down, Junior. Lots of guys, straight and gay, have a fetish or two." I'm thinking of Chubby's foot fetish and Dodger's haircut fetish, plus my submissive one, if that's even a fetish. I don't know what it is actually. Junior rubs his pee drenched hand up and down his bare legs, I go, "Stop, Jesus, buddy, you're covered in pee." He says, "I may never get another chance to rub someone's pee on myself." I mumble, "That may be so, but you're going to need to take a shower before we do anything else." Lifting his peed-on hand he smells it, then says, "Okay, I'll take a shower, but let me enjoy this peed-on feeling for a while, okay?" I wash my hands at the sink feeling sorry for Junior, but that's stupid, people probably feel sorry for me that I get so submissive with dominant sex partners. Junior doesn't need or want me feeling sorry for him, he's enjoying himself as odd as that may be to me. It's not a good idea to judge others idiosyncrasies least they judge yours. Junior staggers to his feet chuckling, "That was freakin' awesome, Dylan, oh my god! Whoa, totally awesome. I finally got the opportunity to feel someone's pee other than my own. You didn't let me down and I won't let you down. What gay thing do you want to do together?" Oh shit, I don't feel right about doing anything, I say, "Nah, that's okay. We've done quite enough for one day." He says, "Nope, we gotta do something." I think back to an earlier thought I had, and as a compromise, say, "Okay, I'll give you a bath. That's pretty gay." He goes, "Awesome! I'd love that, dude! Okay," and he pulls his swimsuit off and steps into the tub, "Get started," so I shrug and pull the thing that plugs the drain and then turn on the water. I say, "You're pretty thin alright, but from a gay's point of view you got a hot ass and some nice little definition in your pecs and biceps, your legs too." He goes, "And I got a small dick," I tell him, "Don't put yourself down, Junior, your dick will give you plenty of pleasure whatever it's size." He sits in the water, his dick flaccid again. I get a clean washcloth, quickly losing my enthusiasm for doing this, and I wasn't real enthusiastic to start with. Junior says, "This is such a blast, Dylan. You are way cool to give me a bath, and the pee thing too." I shrug, and get on my knees leaning against the tub wetting the wash cloth and putting on bath gel. Junior asks, "What about my shampoo?" I mumble, "We'll do it last and you can rinse off under the shower. Um, I've never bathed anyone before so I'm not sure where to start, or how." He just looks at me and shrugs, saying, "I've never been bathed before, well since I was a little tot, so I'm afraid I can't help you out. I'm just going to enjoy being pampered." Puffing out my cheeks I exhale the air slowly and then turn off the water, it's up to his nipples by now. "This feels so nice," he murmurs closing his eyes and smiling his cute smile. Did I mention this is the most uninhibited kid on earth? I say, "Keep your eyes and mouth closed, I'll begin by washing the piss off your cute face." He grins and I wash his face, it's not rocket science, wash him like you wash yourself... duh! I wash his face, ears and neck, than his shoulders and it's starting to be fun. Maybe I'll follow a nursing career path, ha ha. Reaching in the water I take hold of his hand, lift his arm, and wash it. He's got a small patch of hair in his arm pit, normal pubic hair and peach fuzz on his upper lip, other than that no other body hair except fine blond, almost invisible hairs on his calves. I need to standup to do his other arm, and he's not helping, he's like limp. I cup water in my hands to rinse soap off his face. Guess I should have done that sooner, heh heh. Then, while standing, I wash his back and partially down his ass crack and I'm into bathing him now. His well shaped legs get washed next and then that's about it, although I go over the hand, arms, and legs a second time because they got sprayed with pee. Mumbling, I say, "Okay, Junior, you can wash your privates," and I hand him the washcloth. He goes, "Oh no, you finish, my privates are part of the bath." I take the washcloth back and put more gel on it and get it between his legs and wash him good down there, letting my bare hand slide off the washcloth and rub his cock and balls with soapy gel, my fingers massaging his little cock and balls. He giggles, then slides down in the tub, saying, "Don't forget my ass, as you would call it." I get the washcloth partially under, but finally say, "Stand up for your ass cleaning." He stands with water dripping off him and I clean his ass and then rub it with my bare hand. "My ass feel good to you, doesn't it?" he asks, and I go, "Yeah," and push a finger at his ass hole. He says, "You gonna clean my anus too?" What the fuck, I push my finger tip in, saying, "Why not?" He hunches his buttocks as his sphincter muscle closes tightly on my finger tip, so I push my finger in further and a little further and rub his prostate as he goes, "Ummmm, mmm, do more," so I do and he starts playing with himself, but I pull my finger out when his cock gets boned-up. It might embarrass him if he had an orgasm, on the other hand nothing's come close to embarrassing him since I've known him. I go, "Time for the shampoo." He sits down, saying, "That felt so strange, like I was going to cum," I go, "How odd." I turn the shower on to wet his hair, then turn it off to massage lots of shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp with my finger tips. "Ahh, this feels good too," he murmur, so I do it longer then necessary, but eventually enough is enough. The shower gets turned on again and I close the shower curtain and as the bath water drains, Junior get rinsed off. I get a clean towel and when he finally gets out of the tub I dry him, asking, "Was getting bathed as awesome as you expected?" He goes, "Yep," and he puts on his bathing suit, but not his t-shirt. Ya know, it was kinda enjoyable for me too, something soothing about bathing someone as long as they're smallish and cute. Junior says, "Now for my haircut, I'm liking this special treatment a lot." I go, "Glad to oblige," then finish drying his hair with the hairdryer, he sits on the kitchen stool that we take out on the deck. And I cut his hair there. The same haircut I did for Chubby. When I'm cutting the hair on the side of his head, Junior says, "Wow, a lot of hair is falling in my lap, Dylan, what kind of hair cut am I getting?" The clippers, with a quarter inch guide, buzz up the back of his head cutting off lots of three inch hairs. They drift down from the clipper blade and slide off Junior's slim shoulders and down his back. I say, "It's a very short haircut, just like Chubby's." He goes, "Oh man, I never had a haircut that short," and I go, "Yeah, I hear that all the time. You'll look good, it's basically a shorter version of your normal hair style." I'm combing up his pretty light-brown hair on the top of his head and shearing it off very short by running the clippers along the comb, and then another pile of hair gets sheared off as I work my way across his head. He mutters, "Guess I should have said something when you asked me how I wanted it cut," and I say, "You did say something, you said to cut it however I wanted. I think you'll look cuter with this haircut." He says, "I like when you say I'm cute, I really do. By the way, you owe me two kisses in addition to the five dollars, and that's just a friendly reminder." Holding the clippers away from his head, I put the comb in my pocket, pull his head sideways with fingers on his chin and give him a full kiss on the lips. He doesn't move his head away, and instead an arm goes around my waist. My tongue licks between his lips sliding on his front teeth and I'm feeling the little gap between each one. Now his arms go around my neck and he opens his mouth and I rub his tongue with mine. Junior goes, "Ooooh, ummm, ooh," and I break the kiss to lick up the front of his nose with lots of saliva. He keeps his arms around my neck rubbing his nose against my cheek and then he does the same tongue lick up my top lip and on up past my nose. His saliva tastes and smells like Junior does, which is to say, sexy. He gasps but doesn't let go of my neck, his forehead against mine. I mutter, "That's one kiss paid back, one to go." Junior breaths deeply, then goes, "My dick is so hard," and I go, "Mine's a tad hard too, but I'm gay, what's your excuse?" He quietly says, "Please don't make fun of me, Dylan. What do I have to do to get you to realize I've got a mountain size crush on you?" I kiss his cheek, quietly saying, "Let me finish your haircut, Junior." He hugs my neck tightly, then lets go, mumbling, "You won't say anything will you? I mean to Chubby or anybody." I assure him I won't and finish his haircut, then use the trimmers outlining his hairline around his ears. He's trained the hairs along his forehead to standup and they're standing up now, but they're much shorter then before and the hairs at the crown of his head are now bristly, too short to do anything but stand up. I run my fingers through his hair, then squeeze the back of his neck, muttering, "All done, Junior." He feels his hair with both hands, saying, "It feels good, Dylan, let me see," so I pass him the handheld mirror and he studies his new look, then says, "I like it, but it makes me look even younger!" I say, "Nothing wrong with that," and rub his head again. Passing me the mirror, he goes, "Um, I guess I need to be blunt, will you please, please, please have sex with me. I gotta feel what that's like. Thanks to you I finally experienced the pee thingie and I'm begging you to help me further. You don't understand how frustrating it can be to constantly crave something and not be able to do anything about it." I go, "Oh, I can imagine, Junior." He adds, "When you surfed into me a few times I began to think, 'Hey, maybe he's gay and maybe my prayers are finally being answered." I say, "So, you think God sent me to you to have gay sex with you, is that it?" He says, "Yes, I do. Why else would we be on the same beach and you just happen to surf into me?" I shrug, "For one thing I chose you because you're the cutest boy on the beach." He goes, "Whatever, will you please have sex with me." I'm reminded of Ryan nagging for me to let him be the top and that older joker on the boardwalk this morning. Well, Junior's not the least bit dominant, but he is cute so one must be flexible and to be honest, I kinda don't want to disappoint Junior either. Sweeping up his hair, I ask, "Well, what did you have in mind?" He asks, "Can we start right out with anal sex?" Dumping a dustpan full of his pretty hair in the trash, I ask, "Do you think you would like my pee pee up your bum?" He shrugs, "I don't know, but I want to find out, and I'd like to find out the other way too. Do you do a lot of sex, Dylan?" I go, "I have a boyfriend at home, his name's Robby, and we have some sex. I'm not sure what you'd consider a lot." He says, "Once would be a lot for me at this point. How should we do it?" I say, "We'll go in my bedroom and you try doing it to me first. I'll feel more comfortable knowing I'm not hurting you with my dick. If you like fucking me, we'll see about something else another time." He says, "I'm fucking excited!" and I mutter, "I'm telling your mom you said fucking." He laughs, "No, we're even with that now, I won't tell about you saying it, but I still have your 'holy shit' remark I can tell your mom about, plus you still owe me a kiss and five dollars." I ask, "Are you an accounting major?" He's like, "Accounting? No, why?" I rub his head, then give him a hug, mumbling, "You grow on a person, are you aware of that?" He hugs around my waist, saying, "You ask an awful lot of questions, are you thinking of becoming a quizmaster after college?" I go, "Quizmaster? No, why?" and he laughs. We bring the kitchen stool and barber tools inside, then walk into me bedroom. "Are you nervous, Junior?" He goes, "A little, um, are you going to suck my penis to get it hard?" I say, "If you want me to, sure." Mister 'uninhibited' pulls down his swimsuit and gets out of it, then pulls mine down, asking, "Can I try sucking your dick, I've always wanted to try that," and as he stares at my cock, he adds, "I like the hood of foreskin over the head of your cock. I wish I was uncut because it looks so cool." I tell him, "Nothing you could do about it, Junior. Okay, now's your chance to suck a cock," and he leans over and takes my cock in his fingers, then licks it. Then, looking up at me he goes, "It doesn't taste like anything," and I say, "You may acquire a taste for a cute guy's cock, I know I did." He puts my cock in his mouth and sucks on it so hard his cheeks get concave. I say, "Use your tongue too, and stroke it some." He does that and soon saliva is shining on his chin. Poor technique and he's making a lot of wet slurping sounds, but my cock soon gets hard just like it would if he knew what he was doing. Then Junior takes too much of my hardening cock in his mouth and the head hits the back of his throat gagging him. He pulls off and my cock is a boner, but it's not nearly as tight as it can get and it sort of droops, dripping with Junior's saliva. Junior's face is red, and he says, "Okay, now I've sucked a guy's dick. Not bad at all, it kinda got me turned-on and I felt my dick getting hard. You smell good too, but I can't describe it." I go, "Yeah, I know what you mean. You smell good, real boyish and sexy, but that's the best I can do describing your scent." He says, "Your turn, Dylan," as he humps his crotch out and his slightly firm cock droops like mine. I say, "I like to do it the traditional way, on my knees," talking as I get down and take hold of his little dick in my fingers. I lick the head and Junior puts the palms of his hands on the side of my face, like he's ready to push my head away if he needs to. With my nose against his belly, surround by brown, curly pubic hairs, I have the whole three and three-quarter inches of cock in my mouth working on it with my tongue and lips which gets Junior sucking in air through his lips noisily. His dick begins firming up immediately and when it's fairly hard I hold it wetly in my fingers and lap his balls into my mouth so now his balls and cock are in my mouth at the same time. I'm licking and sucking them as Junior groans and moans doing a little dance with his feet jittering. Precum appears quickly and then he's yelling, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," pushing my head away. I look at his wet shiny boner that's so hard now it sticks straight out from his groin. He's cut to start with, and now the remaining foreskin looks like it's going to tear. His boner is easily four inches now, so it grew a quarter inch and it's fatter too. He mutters, "If I touch it, it'll blow up. God, that felt good." I turn around, then bend over with my hands on my knees, saying, "Plug your boner in, Junior, and it'll feels even better." He gasps in some air, then I feel the head against my asshole with him applying some pressure. His cock's not fat, but it's got some girth to it now, so it's not like I won't feel it. Junior pushes on his boner and the lips of my asshole spread. He goes, "Oh!" grips my hips tightly and humps his boner in past my sphincter and it feels better than I expected. It feels real good actually, and no discomfort at all. Junior sort of pull me back onto his cock rather than pushing it in, and when his pubic hairs are against my buttocks he lets out a long breath, then mutters, "Nothing can feel this good, Dylan." I say, "It feels pretty damn good to me too, Junior, you're doing great." He seems surprised, "You really mean it? You're not just saying it so I don't feel bad about having such a small dick?" I says, "I really mean it, now try doing some fucking." I hear him gulp, but then he gets at it and starts pumping my ass and right off it feels great! My ass adjusts to the size of the cock that's in my rectum and I'm shocked at how good it feels. I'm also afraid he's going to blow his load in sixty seconds like Connor did, but Junior doesn't. He gets a nice natural rhythm going and all the right spots in my rectum respond very nicely and soon I'm moaning quietly. Junior makes a, "Seuu," sound with each penetration until I tighten my sphincter muscle and he begins moaning, "Aaaah," with each drive up my ass. About three minutes of steady fucking and I start squirming a little, not believing his cock can feels this good. My cock's up against my belly leaking when Junior grunts, "I'm gonna cum, Ooooh, Ahh, aah," and he get's tight against my buttocks, leaning against me doing tight humps against my butt cheeks. He goes, "Oooooooh," then a little squeal as I feel a dart of cum hit inside me. It's squishy now as Junior pumps my ass again, very fast now with him squealing as the sensations are obviously flooding his brain, cock, and balls and then spreading out. I begin stroking my cock, but I don't quite get to my climax when he pulls his throbbing boner out dripping with his cum. Junior backs up and leans his ass against my bed, muttering, "Holy shit, what a climax. I thought I was going to pass out." His chest is heaving as he asks, "Does it always happen so fast?" I shake my head, mumbling, "Not usually three minutes, but you were obviously a tad horny." He nods his head, sucking his lips, then says, "Man, that was better than any thrill ride I've ever been on." Then it dawns on him, "You didn't, um, have a climax, huh?" I say, "I was close, Junior." He's stroking his cock using the same two fingers and a thumb method Chubby and the four-inch-cock boys use, then he says, "My dick's finally calmed down and I still got a boner so can we do it some more?" I say, "Absolutely, you're a natural born top." He shrugs, "Jeez, you're the nicest guy I think I ever met." I say, "I hear that a lot," and he chuckles as he walks over and says. "Bend over," and when I do he pushes his cock back up my ass and gets into a good groove. The, "Slap, slap, slap," sound of anal fucking joins our grunts and moans of pleasure and this time he gets me good and I'm biting my lip marveling that his small boner can feel this good. It's uncanny how good it feels. Junior's hammering his cock inside me moving my body forward with each drive up my ass and my orgasm is building fast as the sexy sensation begin accumulating. I'm forcing my sphincter muscle closed as tight as I can and now my cock begins throbbing and as Junior's grunts and groans get more desperate, so do mine. He grunts out, "I think I'm going to cum again," but I can't speak because all my concentration is on the impending orgasm I'm about to have. Then I squeal just as embarrassingly as I do from being fucked with a cock the size of Ray's. I frantically hump my hips and arch my back as a stream of cum flies from my cock sizzling with awesome sensations. I'm jerking around seeing stars as three more spurts fly out. Squeezing my boner causes cum to drool out and slide down the back of my fingers. Junior literally flops on my back squealing a squeal surprisingly similar to my squeal as he has a quick second climax. I don't feel this one inside me because there probably was little or no spunk involved, but Junior wouldn't know that from the sensation he felt. He's humping his hips so wildly his cock comes completely out and slickly slides on my buttocks. Junior gets it back up my ass and with his hands gripping my hips continues fucking me fast. Then he slows down and finally lays his chest on my back with his arms around my stomach and breathes deeply as his heart beats against my spine. His cock is still in me so he slowly moves his hips sliding his boner very slowly back and forth in my ass. It's a different sensation because his cock is only slightly distending the walls of my rectum and as far as I'm concerned he can do this for an hour or so, but he doesn't. When he collects himself he pulls out, muttering, "Better than I expected. Much better." I straighten up with my ass feeling good and the same for my cock. No shoulder shudders or toes curling, but it was sort of very civilized and enjoyable. I'd do it again any time with Junior. I ask, "What do you think, are you gay?" He goes, "looks that way, but you promised not to tell, right?" I say, "Word of honor." Then like all tops, Junior asks, "Um, was it alright? Ya know, how'd I do?" I say, "You were excellent, yep, A+ excellent." He beams, then asks for more reassurance, "And you had an orgasm too. Did it feel good?" I say, "Awesome, stud." He rubs his nose, smirking, then says, "Don't be following me around nagging me to fuck you again. I'll let you know when you can feel the thrill again." Spoken like a true dom, so I laugh and he falls against me. We hug each other with Junior mumbling, "Thanks, Dylan." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax-deductible donation to Nifty, a nonprofit organization, to help with the expenses of maintaining this huge story site that offers something for everyone. Thank you.