Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 14:50:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Roth Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation, Chapter 64 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 64 by Donny Mumford Around nine o'clock Friday morning I wakeup with a hangover. My stomach's a little upset and my head aches a little too. Nothing serious and that's mostly because I only drank a six pack of beer last night, although the increased smoking accompanying the beers didn't help matters at all. What was helpful though is that the six beers and the Marlboro lights were consumed and smoked during three separate occasions stretched-out over a long period of time: three beers and cigarettes before dinner, then some hours later two more on the deck, and the last beer and cigarette after Chubby's foot fetish activity. And, oh yeah, after I sucked my brother's cock... that came last. Yep, it was a night to remember alright. Actually a day and night to remember because it was a throwback day for Chubby and me. We spent the entire day and night together, mostly just him and me like it always used to be. I'm laying here in bed with Chubby sleeping next to me, which is cool, but something's not right. My eyes drift to the window and I find out what's not right... there's no sun shining in because it's raining. Dammit! There are few things worse than a rainy day at the shore, especially the last full day of vacation. Might as well go back to sleep, so I do. The second time I wake up Chubby's no longer in bed, but I still notice hangover symptoms, and it's still raining so overall it's no better then it was the first time I woke up. What to do first? Ah ha! Tylenol, so I slip out of bed glancing at my wristwatch and see it almost ten-thirty now. Good, that's eight or nine hours of sleep which will serve me well later on. Walking to the kitchen in my boxer shorts I notice that both the moms' bedroom doors are closed, and the doors were open when Chubby and I went to bed. It feels good knowing the moms are home safely. This place is eerily quiet though as I stand in the middle of the room hearing faintly only the ambient noise of air from the air conditioner swishing quietly from the vents, then that stops too. I look out the window at the rain coming down and then wonder what time the moms got to bed last night. Ha ha, I do not, however, wonder what they were doing until they got to bed so late because I think I know what it was, and kids don't like images in their head of their moms having sex in a motel room. Some of us prefer images of ourselves having sex in a motel room, with our preferred choice of a cute sex partner of course. Hmmm, the Tylenol bottle is open on the counter next to half a glass of orange juice. Chubby and I shared a brain going for the Tylenol first thing. I shake out three Tylenol and swallow them with the half glass of OJ, that's still cold. That tells me Chubby hasn't been up very long. I meet him in the hallway on my way back to the bedroom and I grin, saying, "Happy twentieth birthday, Chubby!" He's all smiles, exclaiming, "Thank you, Dylan. Awesome day yesterday, bro, brought back some memories alright." We hug and I kiss his lips without a complaint from Chubby. In fact, he mumbles, "Thanks," after my kiss. Okay, I've got him nicely broken in on that, plus there's another major breakthrough in that Chubby used to be mopey the morning after we've done something slightly gay together, and he's the exact opposite of mopey this morning. I'm encouraged by that, but I know not to read more into it than I should. Pressing my luck hasn't worked out well for me in the past. If I make too big a deal out of it, Chubby misconstrues it as gloating on my part. I'm not gloating at all, but I can see his viewpoint so it's best to act blasé as if nothing extraordinary happened, although yesterday most certainly was extraordinary and awesome. Chubby has been, is now, and always will be the most important person in my life and that takes nothing away from my love for Robby or my mom or anyone else. It has a lot to do with the fact Chubby and I have been unbelievably close all our lives and I've known and loved Robby for a mere couple of years. That's a long time for teenagers to be in love I admit, but it's not our entire lives and it never will be. With Chubby and me it always will be our entire lives... lives of loving one another in a devoted friendship the likes of which the world has never seen before. I ask, "You're hangover isn't bothering you, Chubby?" We both go into the bedroom as he tells me, "It's not bad, I took some Tylenol. What are we going to do in the rain today?" I go, "Good question, but before I get my brain working I need to take a wicked piss, bro." I do everything I need to in the bathroom and then, back in the bedroom, I see Chubby's at his computer. He says, "Good news, Dylan, the sun will be out by noon. I just checked the local weather report." I mumble, "Good deal," then ask, "How the hell did people function before personal computers became available?" "Not very well, I imagine," Chubby says, as he gets dressed. I pick out a sleeveless t-shirt and fresh shorts, and while putting then on, say, "First order of business is coffee, then breakfast. Two things that will help us get over our hangovers." He says, "Yeah, and then we'll kill some time in an arcade probably." I go, "Yeah, good idea since it's still raining," and we go in the kitchen and make coffees. Drinking the coffees at the kitchen counter I surf the many cable channels on the TV stopping at ESPN's Sports Center to see how the Red Sox are doing. They still aren't doing well at all, so we watch a rerun of Family Guy, laughing our asses off. Outrageous cartoon! Done our coffees we put on hats, me the posse boys' hat and Chubby wears my newly acquired 'Morey's Pier at Wildwood NJ' hat because he likes to wear my stuff and I like to wear his. I'm wearing his shorts right now as a matter of fact. We're so used to wearing each other's stuff we don't even mention it anymore. Outside, the rain has mostly let up and now it's more like an annoying mist. I think about a cigarette after my coffee, but resist the urge knowing it'll heighten my headache. On the boardwalk the rain hasn't reduced the traffic all that much. There's still the walkers and gawkers, bicycle riders, joggers, and here comes a pod of teenage boys in a line running in unison with the crowds obligingly separating to let them by. I stare at them and spot a couple of cute boys, but they're too young for me so I shrug, and ask Chubby, "Do you keep your eyes open for cute chicks like I do for cute guys?" He says, "I'm not as dedicated to it as you are, but a cute babe with a big rack on her will catch my eye every now and then." That's gross, but understandable, and I totally believe Chubby, so the best I can hope for is that he's bisexual. I know there are people in the world who are bisexual so it's not like I'm hoping for a freakin' miracle or anything wildly unlikely. We eat breakfast in a small shop on the boardwalk that serves breakfast and lunch only, but on the boardwalk things like hotdogs, cheeseburgers, and pizza are purchased all day long. It's not like they stop serving after normal lunch hours. It gets me to wondering how much a place like this little restaurant makes in a summer and how much the rent is. We ordered a traditional fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast breakfast and when the lady serves it, I ask, "Is this restaurant a profitable business considering how much it must cost to buy or rent it?" She puts our dishes in front of us, asking, "You interested in buying it, honey?" I ask, "How'd you know my name?" She laughs, "Oh, you're frisky this morning, huh? Cutie, I just work here, I've no idea how profitable this place is. A young tycoon such as yourself probably has a better idea of that than me." I go, "I'm just curious, I probably won't buy the place. The food looks real good though, so....." She smiles, "You're sweet. Enjoy," then she rubs my head, which isn't real professional I suppose, but I kinda liked her doing that. When she moves on Chubby says, "That's someone's mom your messing with, bro." I go, "I wasn't messing with her, I was serious. Her and her husband very well could own this as a mom and pop business. Wouldn't it be cool if you and I owned a place like this on the boardwalk?" He smiles, and says, "My brother's a dreamer... not a bad thing to be I suppose." We over tip when we're finished our breakfast and then spend too much money at an arcade accumulating tickets that, when we have enough of them, we can exchange for a cheesy stuffed animal worth about a dollar. Hard to beat that deal. The sun comes out and so do Chubby and I. Out of the money grabbing arcade, that is. We walk back down the boardwalk with Chubby carrying a stuffed toy that we combined our winning tickets to get. We think it's suppose to be a skunk and Chubby wants to get a laugh out of Jen when he gives it to her as a gag gift. We spent about fifty bucks between us in the arcade before we won enough tickets to exchange for this piece of crap. Chubby says, "I'm glad it doesn't rain very often or we'd go broke." I mutter, "Yeah, between you buying condoms and hanging out in arcades you'd run out of money if it rained twice." The sun is out, but now it's steamily humid. The only place to be is on the beach or in air conditioning. Back at the duplex we find the moms in bathrobes drinking coffee at the kitchen counter. They try for a cheerful greeting, but it's obvious they're forcing it. It's also obvious they're suffering from the same malady that Chubby and I suffered with this morning. Funny how we tend to beat ourselves up on vacation so that by the end of it we really need a vacation to recover from the vacation. Having fun can be exhausting. We talk with the moms for awhile with none of us learning very much about what the others have been up to. That's probably best. Chubby and I are feeling much better, but to be on the safe side we each take two more Tylenol. In our bedroom we change out of our shorts and into bathing suits. Checking my iPhone I see there's a couple of text messages. A really sweet one from Robby and one from Danny saying he couldn't get someone to switch shifts with him, and he wants to know if we can get together tonight? I text back telling him we can, but it'll be later because I've got a birthday dinner for my brother to attend to first. Danny texts back saying he'll keep in touch, then he adds, 'My dick is all better. Hope your ass is.' I delete that just to be safe, and then follow Chubby into the kitchen to say goodbye to the moms. Their boyfriends rented a boat for the afternoon so they won't be at the beach today, but we should meet them here at six o'clock to begin Chubby's birthday celebration. That reminds me I haven't given any thought to what I'll get Chubby as a birthday gift. This is going to require some hard thinking, but not now. We lug our beach chairs to the beach along with the big beach bag filled with God only knows what. The moms always bring this thing with them and whatever we've ever needed, from suntan lotion, to first aid stuff, to beach toys, to beach towels, and more, we've found in this bag. We don't feel safe going to the beach without it. Chubby puts his stuffed animal in the bag along with all the other stuff and off we go. At the beach we take our sandals off and test the sand. It's not burning hot, and it's already dry after the morning rain, so we walk barefoot down the wide beach as a chorus of seagulls serenade us. The waves are rough today as they usually are after a storm, and they'll be good for body surfing. Junior and his mother are on the beach along with two other adults and two teenage girls. They're likely Junior's aunt, uncle, and cousins. Junior comers over and, acting cute, says, "Hi, Dylan, you owe me some stuff, ya going to pay up?" I say, "Most likely, Junior," as I admire how cute he is with his pug nose and pretty blue eyes. He's quite thin, but there's some muscle definition in the right places. His light brown hair looks very boyish the way I cut it. I ask, "How are you liking your short haircut?" He grins and big dimples appear as well as his impossibly white teeth with the little space between each of the top ones. He goes, "I love it and so does everyone else. Um, God sent you to me in answer to my prayers, you know, so can we do, you know?" Chubby's over there being a gentleman saying hello to Junior's mom explaining our moms won't be down this afternoon. I grin at Junior, "Yep, we can. When my brother goes off to give this goofy stuffed animal to his Wildwood girlfriend we can adjourn to my place and you can put that three and three-quarter inch penis of yours to work." He says, "It gets bigger when you suck it," and I go, "I'm teasing you, it's an awesome penis." He leans against me, muttering, "So are you." I'd like to hug this kid and give him a big smooch on his cheek. Instead I put my arm across his shoulder grinning at him as he looks at me grinning, and then slowly rubs his hand down my chest to my stomach, stopping just above my crotch. He's still completely uninhabited obviously. I say, "You smell good, Junior, and you're cute as a button too." He says, "Last time you said I was cuter than a button," and I go, "You still are," and ruffle my fingers through his very short hair. He says, "I think I love you," and I'm like, "Everybody tells me that," and that gets another adorable grin from Junior. We walk over and I say hello to his mom and get introduced as, "This is Junior's barber, Dylan," to the relatives. One of his cousins, I'm guessing she's about fifteen, says, "You're cute, Dylan," and I say, "Thanks, so are you," and she is too, she looks a little like Junior. Chubby, Junior, and I take a swim in the ocean. We stay in about an hour swimming, body surfing, and goofing around dunking each other. Walking up to our beach chairs I realize my hangover is history and I'm feeling good again. Junior uses my beach towel and I use Chubby's to do some sunbathing and resting on our stomachs while Chubby's sitting in his beach chair talking on his cell phone to either Gina or Mary Jo. I had a nice conversation with Robby yesterday, plus I sent him a love letter email. We're golden although tomorrow night is Robby's date night with Travis. I'm disappointed he wouldn't cancel it even though it's my first night back. His family has something going on during the day Sunday and Robby can't get out of that either, so Sunday night will be our reunion date. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow night, but Sonny's been on my mind. Maybe because Junior reminds me somewhat of Sonny. Ha, I just realized something: Sonny and Junior are similar nicknames, and now that I think about it I don't know if they're nicknames or not. I look over and see Junior staring at me, and ask, "What's your real name, Junior?" He says, "Dennis Patrick Junior, why?" I go, "Just curious, Dennis." He grins and says, "The only people who call me that are teachers in high school. I like Junior better." We're laying on our stomachs too close together, but mister uninhibited, Junior, won't move away so I do, and he giggles moving over to share my beach towel. Chubby's done his phone call and he's texting now, muttering, "My brother wins over another one." Then he asks, "Are you gay too, Junior?" Junior says, "Around Dylan I am, you betcha," and Chubby chuckles, shaking his head. Then an incoming text signal sounds on Chubby's iPhone. He reads it, then says, "Dylan, I'm taking that stuffed skunk or whatever the fuck it is to Jen, I'll see ya later, bro. Junior, stick with Dylan and you can't go wrong." He takes off and Junior puts his arm over my back inching up so his face is right next to mine. I go, "Okay, brat, lets get something to drink and see what pops up at my place." Junior calls over to his mom that we're getting drinks and we'll be back in a little while. I grab my sandals and Junior brings flip flops and across the beach we go. Junior's bumping into my side every few steps, accidentally on purpose. At the street we put on our footwear and I get my arm across Junior's slim shoulders again, and we walk to the duplex like that. I don't know what it is, but I'm really feeling affection for this kid. Maybe it's that he's so open about adoring me. It's just a crush he's got on me, but it makes me feel good and he's so fucking cute too. Then it hits me, yeah he makes me think of Sonny, but his facial features are also similar to Ryan's. If I put little round eyeglasses on Junior's pug nose he'd need to constantly be pushing them back in place the same way Ryan does. I ask him, "Did ya ever think of wearing little round eyeglasses, Junior?" He puts his arm around my waist and hugs me, asking, "Do you want me to wear little round eyeglasses? I'll get some if you want me to." Glancing around and not seeing anyone close by, my arm slips off his shoulder and goes around his neck to pull his head to mine so I can give him a five second kiss on the side of his face. Then I say, "You're sweet, Junior. You smell good and you taste good too." Junior mutters, "Ah, Dylan, you're giving me a boner. Can I come live with you?" I chuckle and kiss him again. We go up the steps to the duplex the moms rented, and when I unlock the door, Junior says, "I'm nervously excited again, Dylan. Being with you is the most fun I've ever had and I like to have fun so that's really saying something." I mumble, "Thanks, you're fun too." I want to feel his whole naked body so in the bedroom, I ask, "What do you think about us getting naked and doing it in bed this time?" His blue eyes get big and shiny, "That's a perfect idea, Dylan," and he drops his bathing suit to the floor and pulls his t-shirt over his head. His cock is already hard, and tight up against his belly. I get naked and wrap him in my arms for a sweet kiss on the lips, then my tongue goes in his mouth and he melts against me moaning, "Oooooh, mmmm," as his hips hump gently against my thigh near my crotch. He's shorter than me so his groin is lower than mine, obviously. We get into a hot make-out and Junior finally gets his tongue in my mouth so I suck on it and he humps his hips hard, gasping into my mouth. Another hump and as a hissing sound escapes his mouth he climaxes against my thigh, then another spurt as Sonny's head lays against my chest with his clutching me and moaning, "Mmmmm, ooooh my God, mmmm." We sway together and then I lead him to the bed and we get under the covers where Junior wraps his body to mine spreading his cream spunk further up my thigh. The top of his head is right under my nose and I enjoy his boyish scent until he quietly says, "I'm so embarrassed, but I couldn't help cuming, and it felt fabulous. There's still buzzing in my groin, oh my God, that was so fucking awesome." I kiss his forehead, mumbling, "Your eighteen year old pecker has a mind of it's own, Junior, and so does my twenty year old one. Don't worry about it." He lifts his head to look in my eyes, asking, "Can I still fuck you?" and I'm like, "I don't know, can you?" He's real serious, "I can get a damn good boner twenty minutes after I jerk off, sometimes I can jerk off three times in an hour." I go, "Jesus, have you mentioned this to the Guinness Book Of World Records people?" He's like, "Huh?" so I chuckle, adding, "Climaxing three times in an hour would have seemed impossible to me, except I believe you. Very few people would be able to do that." Still serious, he goes, "It's not like I get a ton of cum each time, but the climax sensations are there each time. Oh man, I love jerking off and from now on who do ya think I'll picture in my mind while pulling my pecker?" I go, "One of your cousins?" He laughs, "No, you of course." We squirm our bodies together sort of wrestling. There's great bodily contact involved with wrestling, and it makes me think of all the wrestling Chubby and I did as kids. Yeah, and back then we'd both get boners too, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. Hell, I didn't know I was gay until fat Carl showed me I was when I was seventeen. Hmmm, that was quite something at the time Chubby and me aren't the only ones who get boners while wrestling, Junior and I do too. I get him on his back, pull the covers back, and with my hand at the base of his cock, putting slight pressure on his nuts, I suck his cock into my mouth. Cum from his first orgasm is mostly dried on his cock by now so I suck and lick that off his dick while Junior runs his fingers through my hair, squirms on the bed, and moans, "Ooooh, aah, aah, mmmm, ooh." Great little cock for sucking and licking and I go at it hungrily and sucking his cock gives me a harder boner between my legs, one that's quivers in it's tightness. Taking his cock out I suck both his nuts into my mouth and hum on them as Junior's back arches and he moans and squirms on the mattress. Then my mouth is back on his hard cockette and he makes a desperate gasp, "I'm going to cum!" I lick the hard head of his boner until his hips buck and Junior grunts, "Aaaah, uuum," as he fires a thin stream of cum off the back of my throat. I'm figuring I'll test the three orgasms in an hour premise, just to see if he can do it. Sweet tasting spunk, like cotton candy almost, and more of it than I expected for a second orgasm that's happened so soon after the first. The kid's a freak of nature, the lucky bastard... haha. He's laying limply on the bed moaning quietly as I clean his cock and then lick some dried cum I missed from his first climax around his balls, and getting a few pubic hairs in my mouth in the process. After picking the pubic hair out, I ask, "Have you been eating a lot of sweets, Junior?" He grins, "Yeah, I've got a sweet tooth alright. I ate a pound of fudge last night over Sea Isle City, as a matter of fact." I ask, "How 'bout cotton candy?" and he shakes his head, "Nah, I'm not a fan. It's too sticky." I go, "Humph, no cotton candy huh?" He asks why and I tell him his spunk taste like cotton candy. We talk for quite awhile about various things with Junior's face always close to mine and as he talks his sweet breath blows gently off my face. I stare at his pink mouth that's so inviting with those super white teeth of his. He looks so clean and new and eatable. I take a nip on his neck and then suck a cute hickey where his right shoulder meets his neck. He gets to squirming like crazy now, rubbing his body against mine and I'm getting pretty fuckin' randy from his scent, feel, and taste. The truth is, for a variety of reasons, I'm really captivated by him this morning. Done his hickey I kiss him and we make out for awhile. Then I move him off of me to take a break and catch my breath, but he giggles and gets his arms around me with half his naked body on top of mine again. His face is above mine as he says, "I'm a romanic and you're like the perfect lover in my fantasies, and make no mistake about it, I've been fantasizing and praying for someone like you to sweep me off my feet for years. I'm a horny boy and you need to take me away to live happily ever after." Jesus, uninhibited doesn't fully explain this kid. I mutter, "That's sweet, Junior, but... um, don't you feel, ah, maybe a little goofy saying that to me? I mean, you can think it I guess, but saying it is, you know, a tad weird don't you think?" He goes, "No, I don't," and he hugs around my neck with the side of his face against mine as the rest of his body wiggling up on top on me again. He does little humps of his groin against me, muttering, "I'll be like your sex toy and my main responsibility will be to wait on you and give you sexual pleasure." His humping never stops and I feel my cock getting hard again. Plus, his body feels so good on mine and he smells so boyishly sexy it's driving me batty with desire. His lips find mine and now I'm embracing him and doing a little humping of my own. Junior is getting me sexy hot as our tongues duel and he squirms on me. Spreading his legs with mine, I reach down and put my hard cock's head at his anus, mumbling, "Lean back a little, Junior." His head comes up and I see the flush under his tan as he shimmies down a bit and my cock splits the lips of his asshole. He goes, "Oh! Aaah, ooh," and lifts up a little more exerting pressure against the head of my boner and it slides tightly up his ass maybe two inches. Junior's head goes back as he sits up some more while I hump my hips at the same time and most of my cock is now up his ass. We both go, "Aaaaah, fuuuuck, ooh," and Junior lifts his torso completely upright and sits on my thighs completely impaled on my six inch boner that throbs and sizzles tightly encased in Junior's virgin rectum. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his pretty blue eyes half closed, then he opens them and looks into my eyes, shaking his head slightly, muttering, "It's perfect, absolutely perfect and feels just like I dreamed it would." I swallow noisily trying to think of the last time I fucked somebody. Was it in Key West? I say, "Lean forward a little," and when he does my hips move and I begin fucking Junior, just a few thrusts to start. His eyelids flutter as he lays on my chest and my hips begin a steady humping with my boner sliding tightly back and forth in his asshole. My arms go around him and I fuck him hard and steadily with my hips seemingly taking on a life of their own. It's awesome as Junior moans now with each penetration. An awkward way to fuck, but with his forehead next to my chin I'm getting his scent and the feel of his body against mine as my hips drive my cock up his tight rectum time after time. The lips of his anus seem to be squeezing the shaft of my boner and there's a sexy buzzing all around my groin getting my shoulders to shudder. Kissing the side of his forehead I pick up the speed of thrusting and my orgasm is coming on me fast now. I'm crazy about this sexy kid, who shares my birthday! Junior is moaning constantly, and his short hairs tickle my cheek as I hug him against me. Maybe a mere three minutes of constant fucking and Junior squeals, humping his small hard cock against my belly and squirts out a splat of watery cum. It's warm and wet like a splash of spit, that's slippery between us. Using more will power than I thought I had, I pull my cock out of him as Junior moans, "Noooo." Rustling out from under him, I get down between his legs. He holds his ass off the bed a little, sorta pointing it at me and I plug my boner back up his ass with both of us going, "Mmmm, ooh, um," and start fucking him like crazy. Shortly there are dots like stars in front of my eyes as I grunt and slam against him muffling my squeal the best I can while pumping lots of spunk up his ass. Sexually hot from my climax I hump like a dog against his firm bubble butt cheeks. I'm dizzy with sensation wildly thrusting my cock in him with saliva drooling down my chin and my cum squishing in his rectum. Sexual sensations seem to explode from my groin flying outwards as my whole body shakes. Then I lay on Junior's back and keep thrusting my cock inside his squishy ass until finally I just stop and lay on him without moving... my heart pounds and my chest heaves against his back. Neither of us says anything while we're catching our breath, then Junior takes a deep breath, and mutters, "Do it again, Dylan." I bark out a laugh, then say, "You're the rare one who can climax three times in an hour, Junior, not me." I roll off him feeling really satisfied and thinking that I need to top more during sex. Junior's consistently Junior, he scrambles on top of me, body to body again, giggling as he does it. Residual spunk from his third climax squishes against my stomach as I give him a hug, mumbling, "You're fucking awesome, Dennis." He says, "We're perfect for each other so adopt me or something." Chuckling, I go, "You're giving me a big head, Junior." We wrestle around a little, then I go, "Let's take a shower," and he says, "Bathe me again, Dylan. You need to take care of your boy because I belong to you now." In the shower together I shampoo his hair and wash his body using only bath gel and my hands. You know what... it's a damn good thing we don't live near each other or I might take him up on his offer to be my 'boy'. I'd treat him like a little prince and before you know it this cute kid would have me eating out of his hand instead of the other way around. It's funny how there are just some guys I meet who seemingly I relate to on a whole different dimension, the fourth dimension or, I don't know, they're just special somehow. Junior's so uninhibited about what he wants and humbles himself while ingratiating himself to me it's hard not to take a huge liking to him, especially because he's so cute and sexually attractive and motivated for sex. Junior wants to wash me now so he does the same things to me I did to him, including extra attention cleaning my ass and privates. He asks, "Would you shave my pubes so I can be like you? And you know, you should get a dog collar for your boy too." Oh brother, I've been there before, but on the other end of the leash. I mutter, "We can probably do without the dog collar, Junior, your mom might take it the wrong way." After the shower we dry each other and I tell him to use my cell phone to text his mom that we're playing a computer game or something. "We've been gone over an hour and a half. Junior." He goes, "Okay, but this was the best hour and a half of my whole life by a million miles, and I'm damn serious about that too." He texts him mom and she answers with, 'Thanks, Junior, I was getting worried you guys got lost'. He insist I shave his pubes so I buzz them first with the trimmers and then wet them and spread shaving cream all around his groin, then use a safety razor to shave him smooth as a baby's ass, smooth as Junior's ass too because he doesn't have a hair on his ass either. Nice! After rinsing and drying his groin I suck on his cock while he plays with my hair and my young sex fiend friend springs another boner. I'm referring to Junior, not me. I suck and lick his boner as I'm playing with his nuts and he starts humping his hips groaning, but even he can't work up a forth orgasm so we give up and get dressed. We leave the duplex as two sexually satisfied dudes. I buy seven cold Cokes and a cheap little Styrofoam cooler with ice to keep the sodas cold and Junior carries it to the beach for his mom and relatives. We drink our Cokes as we walk. Junior says, "Your cock fit my ass awesomely. I never felt anything so sexily hot." I go, "I'm almost always a bottom, but you're such a sex pot I got carried away. You gotta find a sex buddy at home, Junior, because what you got to offer is a lot." He asks, "Even with my short rod?" I go, "Hell, yeah! If we lived near each other we'd be fucking constantly, especially with your prodigious boner/orgasm ability. You'd be fucking me three times an hour. My ass would be grass and your boner my lawnmower." He laughs, "Boy, that'd be great! Maybe I'd buy a dog collar for you." I mutter, "Probably, you would, yeah. I'd probably end up being your sex toy." He says, "I'd treat you good, but when you're bad you will be disciplined because that's how they do it." I go, "Un huh," but my dick feels squirmy just thinking about it. Junior not only looks like Sonny, he has some of Sonny's ideas. His relatives on the beach are all thrilled about the ice cold Cokes, and we get accolades aplenty. Nice family. Junior and I want a swim and as we're wading into the ocean, he says, "My shaved groin feels as cool as it looks and my dick looks a little bigger too, didn't ya think?" I go, "Absolutely!" Actually it did look a little bigger and I wouldn't mind feeling it up my ass again later this afternoon. I can almost guarantee it'll be up my ass too. Great way to pass the last day of vacation. We swim to cool off for about fifteen minutes, then I tell Junior, "I need to buy a birthday present for my brother. Do you want to come with me?" He says, "Does a bear shit in the woods?" and I go, "What about the bears in a zoo?" and he's like, "Well, they shit in a zoo obviously." He's too much. I grin, then we tell his mom our plans and I ask her to tell Chubby to wait for us so we can have lunch with him, but don't tell him what we're doing now. We're off through the sand carrying our t-shirts, and sandals for me, flip flops for Junior. I have no idea what to get Chubby so Junior and I try thinking about that, throwing suggestions out to one another until we get to the boardwalk, still without a great idea. We walk the boards coming upon the Boardwalk Mall. Inside Junior points out a sign for jewelry and I wander in and almost immediately spot something among men's jewelry that peeks my interest. It's an upscale necklace of dog tags on sale from $129.99 to $99.99. A twenty-two inch chain with two dog tags. The necklace is stainless steel and black carbon fiber. I ask the sales clerk behind the counter if they do engraving while we wait, and he asks what I want engraved on the tags. Hmmm, what indeed? I decide on Chubby's name, Jeffrey Chubby Romero, and his date of birth on one tag. On one side of the other tag, 'There's no other love like the love for a brother' and on the other side, 'There's no other love like the lovefrom a brother' then 'Love, Dylan'. I had to swallow hard, choked up by the deeply felt sentiment and amazed I'd come up with it. The man says, "That'll take awhile and cost an extra twenty-five dollars." I shrug thinking, 'Easy come, easy go... there goes my birthday money, but I tell the guy to go ahead. There's tax too, so I give him one of the debit cards I got Wednesday for my birthday and pay off the rest in cash from the money from the mom's boyfriends gave me. I'm still ahead of the game and I feel great about my gift for Chubby. It'll be ready in an hour and the guy will gift wrap it for me. Junior and I find a section of the mall that sells cards and after ten minutes of reading birthday cards for brothers, I pick one as mushy as the one Chubby bought for me. I'm feeling great as we walk back through the sand to our chairs. Most of the way I've had my arm around Junior's neck giving him little kisses in front of all the people on the beach. He says, "I've got another boner, Dylan," and he does too, it's poking out his swimsuit and I give a quick thought to making a detour to the duplex, but glance up and in the distance see the group of Junior's relatives, and Chubby's back too. So we'll save Junior's boner for later. I also reluctantly let go of Junior although he walks closer to me than even Ryan does. Maybe I will buy Junior some little round clear eyeglasses after all. Chubby and I bump fist and do a one arm hug, then Chubby goes, "I'm starving. Let's get some lunch." Junior's uncle offers us pizzas from the two big pizzas he got for his family, but they're wouldn't be enough to go around so we politely decline and trudge off for the boardwalk again. We can't resist Mac's pizza so we buy a extra large one and a small one and the three of us eat both, drinking birch beer and laughing at Chubby's description of him giving Jen the stuffed animal and her reaction. Chubby makes everything funny. After lunch we go to the mall and I pick up Chubby's birthday gift. As we walk back he tries to guess what it is and necklace is one of his guesses, but I neither confirm nor deny any of his guesses. Making sure the package is hidden in the miscellaneous beach bag, I join Chubby and Junior for another goof-off in the ocean dunking each other and surfing the rough waves. The three of us go for a walking and gawking tour up the beach and about three beaches over we run into Jen, her sister, and three other kids they know. We talk with them a bit as they put up a volley ball net. I really don't feel like hanging with these guys and girls, but they have uneven sides so Chubby stays to play and Junior and I continue our walk. A block away from the volley ball game I put my arm around Junior's neck again and he puts his arm around my waist. We walk under a pier and make out behind a jetty. My hand's down the front of his bathing suit feeling his impossibly hard cock and smearing his precum around his shaved groin. He grunts and says, "I almost had a climax, Dylan, pull down your bathing suit and I'll fuck you." I go, "Not here! Are you nuts?" He's humping his groin against my thigh. It's good being around Junior because, compared to him, I'm not oversexed at all. I ask him, "How many times a day do you jerk off normally?" He goes, "During the summer about eight times a day, but when I'm at school I need to cut it down a little. One or two times in the morning before I catch the school bus and then once or twice in the bathroom again as soon as I get home from school. I can usually hold off while hanging with my friends because they take my mind off it, but then I'll jerk off once in the shower before bed and always, every night, before I go to sleep." He's seriously and innocently telling me this. He adds, "I've been on line and read that experts indicate masturbating frequency varies greatly with the individual. I'm probably above average, but that's just a guess. Can we go to your house now and do it?" He's serious so why burst his bubble. And we thought Dodger was jerking off too much, which reminds me of something. "Um, Junior, doesn't your dick get sore with all that pulling on it you do?" He shrugs, "No, what do you mean anyway?" I mutter, "Never mind," he's a lucky freak of nature, pure and simple. Inside the duplex we don't even make it to my room. I want to eat Junior up with a spoon. He asks me if I'm going to suck his cock first so I grab his junk in my fist and squeeze it gently as he wraps his arms around me and I lick his face like a cat, little fast licks because he's so yummy. I've got this wicked thing about him and I think it's the combination of the factors I mentioned earlier, but it's him too... his small body, including his privates, his scent and his unabashed crush on me. He's just so cool and without a phony bone in his body. He's really like this. Maintaining my fistful of his crotch I cup behind his head and kiss him with my tongue going in his mouth and Junior's already moaning and rubbing his body against me. That's another reason he's got me going nuts, he's so easily sexually aroused, it's like from the first caress or kiss. He's standing on one leg now with his other bare leg wrapped around my legs. It's like he wants to climb inside my skin. When I feel his boner, that he can pop up quicker than anyone I've ever known, I pull his swimsuit down to his thighs and get on my knees. Hunching down a little I take his cock and his balls into my mouth, all at the same time. Okay, it's a mouthful alright, and my nose is squished against his newly shaved groin and I'm smelling the real Junior and it's excellent. Not like a scent I recall anyone else having. I suck on his masculine parts savoring the way he tastes. His cock drools precum so I take everything out of my mouth and lick all around his groin and up to his belly button. Junior is pressing his groin and stomach against my face as he hugs me around my head and moans like a animal in heat. Jesus, he's one sexy hottie alright. Wanting to lick him more, but I'm afraid he'll have another early ejaculation, so I pry his arms from around me and he puts his other foot back on the floor, asking, "What?" as I pull my trunks down and turn around bending my knees so he can reach my ass. He doesn't miss a beat, Junior plugs his boner right up my ass with his arms around my belly and squeezes us as tight together as is humanly possible. Thirty seconds of that and it feels amazingly good, especially considering the size of his cock. No pain to speak of, just a nice comfortable filled-up feeling back there. Junior's got his chest and the side of his face against my back doing his hugging thing and then his amazing hips get moving and he fucks me good. My cock is really hard and everything is feeling awesome, but two minutes of sexy sensation in my anus and rectum, the head of his cock sliding over my prostate every trip in and back, stimulating the shit out of it, getting it pulsating with scintillating vibes. Then Junior grunts, then announces, "I'm cuming!" One more hard hump against my buttocks, then leaving his cock inside me he makes whining sounds as he shoots his spunk up my ass. I'm not near climaxing yet. Junior's moaning softly now, clutching me like I'm his life preserver in the middle of the ocean and then his hips get moving again. I guess he's going for a two-bagger. Good for him. Now he's fucking me in a glob of cum and the friction's excellent. I feel drools of cum on my butt cheeks and his thrusting pushes some out with each drive up my rectum. He'll be able to go longer now that he's had an orgasm, and he obviously loves fucking, his latest most favorite thing to do I would think. Junior is tenacious too, really giving my ass a workout and my orgasms is building now as I tighten my ass muscles to try strangling his boner. I'm feeling it now and it's tempting to start stroking myself, but I resist the urge as Junior starts in with sounds of desperation like he made before his last climax. Then I realize I'm making some desperate sounds myself and it's really on me now, shoulder shudder and all, as I hump my hips and squealing as a long string of cum fires from my boner. It shoots straight up my chest with spray splattering under my chin. Junior screeches and cums again as I'm firing off short spurts, shaking and gasping from the fantastic feeling all around my groin and in my ass. Junior's muttering something, still clutching me tight against his body and still moving his hips. My senses are clearing as I take a big breath feeling good, and realizing that size kind of does matter when huge climaxes are desired. I desire huge climaxes, but I'd never turn down this kind of climax either. I like it, and maybe knowing how hot Junior gets has a little to do with that. He's still fucking me and I wonder when the Energizer Bunny is going to run out of energy, and then Junior finally does. Letting go of me he backs up three steps, then sits on the floor breathing hard and, what else, he pulls absently on his pud looking dazed. I gotta chuckle at what a hot little sex machine this kid is. He's gonna have lots of sexy fun for years to come. I go, "Great fuck, Junior, you really rock." He looks at me, then asks, "Are you just saying that so you don't hurt my feelings, or do you really mean it?" I walk over and rub his head, "I really mean it. Come on, lets get cleaned-up a little." Mister uninhibited takes his swimsuit the rest of the way off and follows me into the bathroom carrying it. I get a clean washcloth, wet it with warm water and clean his dick and ball and all around the area. Then dry him and he cleans my ass with the same washcloth, saying, "Could ya bend over, Dylan, so I can get your asshole a little better." As soon as I bend forward he plugs his cock up my ass again giggling and holding me around the waist as his hips hammers his cock up my ass. It strikes me as so funny, but it feels good too. Junior only keeps it up for a minute. He pulls out muttering, "You're no fun. Your suppose to get irritated that I won't stop fucking you." I say, "Hell, you got the wrong sex partner if that's what you're looking for. I'm a well know fan of fucking." He goes, "Me too, thanks to you." We get cleaned up again and head down the steps of the duplex on our way back to the beach. I say, "Great day, buddy. Fun and sexy, dude!" He says, "I'm going to really miss you, Dylan," and I hug his shoulders, "Yep, me too, Junior." 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.