Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2007 06:56:56 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: MIKE, HIS BIKE, & ME   Part 6

As it turns out I did come to my senses and for the
time being I dropped any thought of asking Tom Brown
for a spanking and I dropped the idea of asking
Tucker...Tiny Dick...for another swimming pool party
too.  In place of those things I got an abscessed
tooth.  Well, actually it wasn't my idea at all.  And,
I didn't want to answer the telephone because I was in
pain,  but it might be Mike so I did.  It was
Mike.....

He was calling from California to say they were
extending their trip a whole week.  "Christ,
Richie....I had a great time with my brother, but he's
off sailing around some god damned place with his
Coast Guard buddies now.  We figured it was such a
bitch getting out here we might as well see some
sights.  Don't worry though, Richie.... when I get
back I've still got what you need and want.  Am I
right, Richie?  Well, am I?"    I managed to say "Sure
Mike, you're right." My jaw was swollen something
terrible and the pain was blinding.  My old man was
taking me to his dentist in a half hour and for once
in my life I couldn't wait to get to a dentist office.
 I needed a shot of Novocaine.   The tooth had started
aching early in the morning....it woke me up about
5am.  As the day progressed it got worse and worse...
and then even worse until tears rolled down my face.
That is an intense, throbbing pain.

In the beginning of our conversation I'd told Mike I
had the abscessed tooth and the agony I was in....he
said, "Oh, that's a shame." and then went on to tell
me how cool the Golden Gate Bridge was.....frankly,  I
could give a shit how cool it is,  but I managed a few
 "Wow..kewl!!"  for Mike.  He can get a little wrapped
up in himself from time to time, but who of us is
perfect...right?   Surprising myself,  I realized that
I was actually glad when Mike hung up.  And amazingly,
I didn't even care that he was staying another week.
The toothache ruled everything...it dominated me even
more than Mike did.

The dentist did give me that shot of Novocaine and
almost immediately the pain went away.  He said it
would be back,  but he prescribed some stuff to help
me.   I had to take one medication for the infection
and another one for the pain.  The tooth had to come
out,  but not until the swelling went down.  The whole
incident made for a lousy five days and then the tooth
extraction and another couple of bad days recovering
from that.  What a crappy week....

As soon as I started to feel good again I realized
just how bored I was.   All I'd been doing was laying
around the house watching daytime TV.....that made me
almost yearn for the tooth ache again.  Oh my God does
daytime TV suck.  I rode Mike's motorbike up to the
boardwalk and immediately hooked up with Tony and
Joey.  "Where ya been, Richie?  Man, I missed ya.  I
called your place a couple times but no answer dude.
Whats up?"    You know, it made me feel so good that
Tony was  excited about me showing up.   I hadn't been
answering the phone after Mike's call because I felt
too lousy and I just knew Mike wouldn't be calling
back.  I said to Tony, "Where's that prick Tiny Dick?
What you guys been up to?"  And we walked down the
boards with Joey saying "What?  Am I fucking
invisible?  You homos just ignore me?"  I gave Joey a
neck hug and we wrestled a little.  No boners from
Joey though.  He's a straight boy for sure..... kinda
cute though.

There was something different about Tony that I
couldn't quite put my finger on.  Same red buzz-cut
hair, same odd tattoo and outlandish pirate ear rings.
 Same squinting eyes and puzzled look and same sweet,
caring nature too.  Then it hit me.  "Tony, where's
your lip stud?"  Tony got a pissed-off tone right
away... this was serious stuff to him.   He told Joey
and me about swallowing the fucking clamp thingie when
it accidentally separated from the stud.  "That god
damn thing was $45, Richie.   I've been shitting on a
plastic plate the last couple days looking for it.  I
squash up the turds with a fork."  Tony's real serious
and can't figure out for the life of him why Joey and
me are hanging on each other  laughing like crazy.
"What?  You guys thing I should just flush the fucker
down the toilet?  No way man...that's $45."  Just
another Tony moment.

We walked on down that boardwalk not looking for
anything in particular.  This was our hook-up
territory and we let things happen naturally.
Something interesting usually developed, but if it
didn't ....well, we liked being with each other
anyway.  It's a great feeling, that feeling of
'belonging'.  We belonged to our gang and the
boardwalk was our turf.

  Joey and me were letting our buzz cuts grow out.
Joey felt he was getting too old for a buzz cut and I
just think my hair looks better when it's longer.  We
were measuring how long our hair was and it looked
like mine was growing out faster than Joeys.  It was
more than one inch long all over my head. When we were
done screwing around with our hair Joey asked Tony how
he kept liquids from running out the hole in his lower
lip now that the stud wasn't blocking the hole.
Tony, of course, took the question seriously and said
he was perfecting a trick to attract the babes.  As
soon as he said "babes"  his eyes darted over to me
because I'd seen him blowing Tiny Dick way back at the
graduation party and Tony hadn't been doing much
"looking for babes" lately.    I looked away and fired
up a cigarette.

Tony showed us how he could get a mouthful of water
and put pressure on it inside his mouth causing a thin
stream to squirt out through that hole in his lower
lip.  I had to laugh.  It was so bizarre.  Tony was
very pleased with himself.... Joey rolled his eyes at
me as Tony said,  "Just one more fucking thing I can
do that no one else can."  Later Tony got a cup of
French Fries and handed one to share with Joey.
Joey's gets an incredulous look on his face and says,
"No fucking way man.  You been playing with your
doodies on a plastic plate looking for that fucking
stud clasp.  I'm not taking no french fry from those
fingers!"  And Tony's like, "Fuck you then."  That's
the way it went.  Just your routine day on the
boardwalk.

We stayed out till around 10pm and then I rode Tony
home behind me on Mike's motorbike and went home
myself.  We hadn't seen any of the other guys and the
one I wanted to see was Tucker..... AKA Tiny Dick.  I
wanted to be sure we were both cool with the situation
and both in agreement to keep it to ourselves.  I
hadn't seen him since he dominated me in that swimming
pool almost two weeks ago.  It was a hot time in that
pool, I'll say that.  I like Tucker and I'm just
wondering how he'll react when he, Tony and me are all
together.  I have to believe him and Tony have
something going on between them.  Tony is always right
next to Tiny...kinda like I'm always right next to
Mike.

I expected Mike sometime tomorrow.  Exciting feelings
whipped around my body with the anticipation of our
reunion.  I let out a long breath thinking about Mike
and what he'd want me to do first.  Jeez, I swear to
God it gives me a boner just thinking about him.  That
hot blond buzz cut with the twin little hoop ear
rings...one in each ear lobe.  His face was so
cute...well, actually it was beautiful.  There really
wasn't any getting around that fact.  Not feminine in
any way though... Oh no,  he was all boy, but what
facial features.  Jesus...it takes my breath away
thinking of how hot he looks..  And that body....the
feel of it.  Awesome and sexy and tight.  I love his
natural smell... I get dizzy thinking about Mike.  I
can't wait to see, feel, taste, smell, hear and a lot
more of the "feel" of him......can't wait!

Then there's the sex he puts on me.  Oh my God, it's
hotter than hot.   Thinking about all this was too
much for me.  I had to go in the bathroom and do a
slow jerk off thinking about Mike.  I was breathing
hard when I blasted off a load of spunk up against the
bathroom door.  Damn, I never hit the door
before...what a climax.  I felt dizzy again.  I always
do.  Can't wait for Mike.  I love him...it's that
simple ....and that complicated.  He loves me too,
but he isn't big on saying so.   Sleep didn't come
along until around midnight because I couldn't stop
thinking about seeing Mike sometime tomorrow.  Before
sleep though,  I had to jerk off again...this time a
much smaller cum deposit for the sweat sock I have
wedged between the mattress and the wall.  Small, but
never-the-less it felt like magic..... so hot I
squealed out in the dark, alone.   Mike is really
something.

Did my run to the convenience store for the old man
first thing in the morning as usual.  We even had
coffee together.  He said he was looking forward to
seeing Mike again too.  But I know it was Mrs Sullivan
my old man was anxious to see.  They had something
going between them.  Mike was always saying, "Oh shit,
I'll be your little brother if they get married."  He
said that because I'm four days older than him.  My
dad told me that after work he was meeting Mrs
Sullivan and they were going out.  I thought, "Great!"
 Mike and me would have the place all to ourselves
till the wee hours of the morning.  I was full time
into waiting for Mike and just when I thought I was
going to scream from impatience,  I  got his call.  My
freaking hands were shaking when I picked up the
phone.  We both sounded formal during our short
conversation.

Jeez, I was feeling real nervous.  It didn't seem
possible, but I hadn't seen Mike in over three weeks.
I'd really made a project out of cleaning up the place
and I put clean sheets on the bed and all... It
reminded me of the way I fussed over the cleaning when
I was expecting Mike for his first night in my bedroom
with me.   Man, that was over a year ago now.  Looking
out the window I wondered why he was taking so long to
get here.  That call was made from his Mother's
place....  he said he was getting a ride right over.
I looked across the street at the very spot I first
saw Mike and his bike....right there.  Boy, how that
changed my life.  We'd been through a lot together
since then.   God, I feel nervous!  Where is he?  Then
the phone rings again and it's Mike who says,"where
the fuck are you, Numbnuts?  I'm getting sick of
waiting."  I go, "What..?"  Mike yells at me that he
told me he needs a ride over here and what the fuck is
the problem?

Jesus Christ, did I ever screw up.  I misunderstood he
wanted me to get right over "there".  I thought he
meant he'd be right over here.  Fuck!   I ran right
out and jumped on  Mike's bike with my heart pounding
from nervousness at the thought of seeing him.... and
from  nervousness because I  screwed up.   Mike
doesn't like it when I screw-up.  I bumped over the
curb and revved that bike up.  Took off laying some
rubber in the road in my rush to get to him.


Mike was tapping his foot standing outside his
mother's apartment.  He had that same satchel and that
same back pack he'd brought with him to my house so
long ago.  "It's my fucking luggage, Douche-bag.
What's so odd about that." That's what he said when I
mentioned that he had the same satchel and all as he'd
had that first night.  His angry response sort of set
the tone for our reunion.  Mike was uncomfortable
about reunions....... he really doesn't like to be
uncomfortable so he acts real gruff and tough....and
pissed off at me for no reason.  I know him now so I
just looked down and kind of frowned and bit my lower
lip a little.  That's after I tried to give him an
awkward hug which he shook off. I shuffled from one
foot to the other ....waiting.

"Put that god damn back pack on and grab the satchel,
Richie.  I've had a fucked-up day and it don't look
like it's getting any better."  I did what he said...
but to be honest my feeling were hurt.  I thought he'd
be happy to see me.  I was certainly happy to see him.
 It was probably that 'uncomfortable' thing again.
I'll just ride it out like always and I'll bet
anything Mike gets back to where we use to be in no
time at all.  We needed to get settle-in with familiar
surroundings.  Like in our bedroom maybe.  I climbed
on the bike behind Mike and off we went....driving too
fast.

At my house we put Mike's stuff away and I asked if I
could get him anything.  He said, "The first thing
you're going to get Richie, is to get your ass down to
the barbershop and get that hair buzzed.   I'll tell
you the second thing you're going to get when you get
back here."  I stopped right in my tracks.  I'd
decided to let my hair grow out, I'd given it serious
thought and I didn't think it was Mike's place to tell
me what to do with my hair.  Hell, my father doesn't
even tell me when or how to get my hair cut.  I
realized I was staring at Mike with my mouth hanging
open a little.  I do that sometimes when I'm taken
completely by surprise and can't think what to say.

"Richie, don't give me that dumb ass stare.  Get
moving.  Right now!"  This was weird, but I did start
toward the table to get the motorbike key.   Mike told
me to forget about using the motorbike...he told me to
walk to the barbershop.  He might need the bike
himself and to "Get moving, God Damnit!"  I figured,
OK I'd had the buzz cut for sometime now and it's not
so bad.   So hell, to keep the peace I'll get another
buzz cut.  No big deal.  It was a bit of a walk
though, about three miles to Mike's favorite
barbershop.    Oh screw it, I'd walked to places a lot
further than that plenty of times.  Five weeks ago I'd
had my last haircut of any kind and, like I said
earlier,  it was growing in nice..... but I was
determined to pacify Mike.  I want Mike to feel
comfortable as quickly as possible.  The sooner we can
get back to the way we were before that  West Coast
trip of his, the better.  He'd gone out to see his
brother Danny graduate from Coast Guard school or
whatever the hell they call it.

The barbershop was a little crowded so I had to wait.
Finally I get in the chair and the barber says,
"You're one of Mike's boys, aren't you?  Sit up
straight!  I know how he wants it cut."  I was
speechless... again!   "Mike's boys"  "Sit up
straight"  what the fuck?    I did sit up straight,
but it was just a knee jerk reaction.  Oh, what the
hell....I don't care what this old fart thinks.   The
barber was really bearing down with the clippers and
cutting my hair very short.  It seemed even shorter
than the normal 1/4 inch buzz, but there was nothing I
could do about it now.  When he was done with that he
spent ten minutes outlining with the fine trimmer
blade across the front of my hairline and then down
the sides to the sideburns making points out of them
and around my ears to the back.  I'd seen some
Hispanic guys with this type of haircut and some black
guys too.  It was kind of cool...  I hoped Mike
thought so.

Walking the three miles back I kept rubbing my hand
over the bristles on my head wondering why Mike
insisted on this.  It's probably just to make sure I
know who the boss is.  That's OK with me because I
don't want to be the boss.  It's only hair anyway and
it's growing back right this very second.  I like
being bossed around a little bit as long as it's not
mean spirited.  It gives my weeny a tingle to tell you
the truth.  Tucker did a dominating number on me in
that pool, but it was not mean spirited ...it was
sexy.  If I told Mike about it though he'd probably
beat the shit out of Tiny Dick.  I don't want that.
And then a thought drifted in from somewhere.... would
Mike, maybe.... beat the shit out of me too?  If I
told him, I mean.  Gee, I never thought about that.
I'm not telling him anyway so I'll just drop that
subject entirely.  Although I may think about it some
more later....

I primarily want to get Mike back in good spirits.
Mike was sitting on the front porch smoking a
cigarette when I got back.   "Come on over here and
let me take a look, Richie" and then, "OK.  That's
better and I like that razor work, that outlining he
did on you is really cool.  You look hot now boy.
Yeah, Richie's hot!"  I was starting to feel better.
Mike rubbed my buzzed hair, squeezed my shoulder and
hugged me into his side.   That was real nice,  but
then in a stern voice he said, "Don't make me have to
tell you again about the haircut.  OK?"  and he
smacked the back of my head a little too hard if you
ask me.  But, I nodded my head "yes" anyway and Mike
moved on to another subject.   "I need to get you
straightened out Richie.  How much money you got left
after the haircut?"

I checked and told him.  "Good.  Come on."  and Mike
jerked his head in the direction of the bike.  Off we
went.  It was a twenty minute ride and we pulled up to
a spot way down the boardwalk....almost where I ran
into those older guys who chased Mike and me way back
when.   Mike got off and walked up the ramp to the
boardwalk.  I scampered after him.  The warm breeze
blew in off the ocean and it felt funny as it caressed
my buzzed head.  We walked into a seedy looking shop
that sold leather stuff and cheap jewelry, did tattoo
work and sold various other strange looking items.....
 a dog collar?   "Mike, whasup?" said an over-weight
Indian girl.... she had a cigarette dangling from her
lips.

Mike told her to get her needle out that this
kid...and he nodded his head at me....needs his ears
pierced.  I said, "Ah, no Mike..I better not..my
dad...Err, that is...."  Mike said, "Shut the fuck up
and sit over there on that stool.  Stay still for
Satarie."  I went over and sat down.  "Both ear lobes
Sattie, but first..let's see some rings.  He's only
got $55.00 so what you got in that price range?"  In
ten minutes we were back out on the boards.  My ear
lobes were stinging and sore, I had a little loop ear
ring in each pierced ear lobe just like Mike and I did
not have so much as a penny left in my cargo
shorts....the Indian girl took it all.   Mike said,
"OK.  Much better.  Get on the bike, Richie."  That's
all he said............ we went on a long bike ride.

We rode way over to Atlantic City and even further.
We rode on long stretches of highway without another
vehicle in sight.  At times I rested the side of my
face against the back of Mike's neck or shoulder and I
hugged him tight.  He didn't normally let me do this
but I didn't detect any resistance so I did it all I
dared.  Mike felt so strong and he had that Mike
smell...... Even though my head was buzzed  and my
ears lobes ached it was OK with me.  And, what an
excellent time riding that motorbike with Mike.   I
remembered that ride we took together after he saved
me from those older Hispanic guys over a year ago.
That scary affair had started not too far from where I
got my ears pierced.  Mike had saved me from disaster
three times that day....

I didn't care about the buzzed hair or the pierced
ears now.  It was done and over with and Mike seemed
to be coming around.  That's what I wanted...I wanted
Mike to get back to where we were.  I know he likes to
control me,  but I think he loves me too.  He just has
a hard time showing it and, of course... he's always
suspicious that someone might disrespect him....he has
a lack of self confidence that way.  I'd never say
that to Mike though and I certainly would never think
of disrespecting him.  We finally got back to the
house.  My ears were still sore, but now that it was
over I was kind of anxious to see how " hot" I looked
...check myself out in the mirror.

I followed Mike inside the house.  He was in a quiet
mood so I followed his lead and was quiet too.  I went
right over to the bathroom mirror and was looking at
how cool I looked.    Mike had only been back in town
a couple of hours and he'd transformed my looks
to...to what?.....to look like him, I guess.   It was
OK, I liked it.  Mike came up behind me and wrapped
both his arms around me tight.  "Shhhhh Richie, don't
say anything."  He rubbed both his hands up and down
my body and onto my crotch.  I got a boner right away.
 He rubbed my cock from the outside of my cargo shorts
and I blew out a lung full of air.  "You are so gay,
Richie.  Shhhhhhh.  Just stand there.  Keep your arms
at your sides."

The way he gave me orders...in that confident voice
that inferred he KNEW he would be obeyed.  It got me
so hard as he continued rubbing up and down my thin
body.  I stood as straight as I could and was very
stiff...my cock pushed painfully against the front of
my shorts.  Mike said, Bend your head down a little"
and when I did he  kissed and then sucked on and
licked the back of my neck at the hairline.  Same spot
for a couple of minutes and I had to squirm... it was
so sensual.  I was taking fast short breaths.  He had
his left arm around my chest and the right around my
waist across my belly button.  His right arm loosened
and his hand went inside my cargo shorts right in
through the pee slit of my boxers.  He stroked my cock
a few times and then got both my nuts in a tight
fisted squeeze.

"Ohhhhh  oowww.  No Mike, please, that hurts.  Don't,
please."  Mike squeezed harder saying "shhhhhh, it's
OK Richie.  You know you like it.  Shhhhh."  And then
a harder squeeze and I saw black dots in front of my
eyes but, at the same time and from a seemingly far
distance I could hear Mike telling me how proud he was
of me.  How he thought I was his number one boy...no
one else was even close....I was number one to Mike.
He squeezed harder and I backed my head against the
side of his jaw and hard against his shoulder.  Just
when I was afraid I'd pee myself Mike let go of my
balls and began stroking my cock.  I was so relieved
not having my balls squeezed...  plus that awesome
feeling of Mike hugging me from behind and stroking my
boner...it  was magical for me....I moaned out his
name and he said, "Shhhhh, you're my number one boy
Richie...just you, Richie."

 It was like a hypnotic state of mind.  I felt so good
I was drooling and moving my head back and forth on
Mike's shoulder.  He stopped that by kissing the side
of my forehead and telling me how hot I looked.  That
feeling in my groin was demanding attention and I was
doing small thrusts with my crotch and clinching my
sphincter tight with each thrust.  I wanted Mike to
stroke my boner faster or let go of my arm so I could
stroke my hot pulsating cock myself,  but Mike kept up
his slow steady stroking.    It wasn't too long before
I went up on my toes and squealed out a long noisy
whine as my cock exploded with cum.  I hadn't had a
climax like that since the last time Mike had made it
happen....no one could do it for me like Mike could.
Shot after shot of cum with me saying, " Mike don't
stop  don't stop Mike  It feels so good, Mike...ohhh "
but then it stopped feeling so good and got to that
too-sensitive stage and Mike let go of it and hugged
me with both arms again while he licked and sucked
above one of my new ear rings.

Thank God he was careful not to rub my ear lobe. After
a bit he brought his hand up to my mouth and pushed in
is fingers.  I could taste my own cum on those
fingers.  I licked them clean and Mike rubbed the
slippery, spit soaked fingers up the front of my nose
and I smelled my own saliva and the faint smell of
nicotine from Mike's cigarettes.   I thought to myself
that nothing or nobody but Mike could make me feel
this good or cum that hard.

After a few moments he said, "Take your pants down,
Richie.  I'm going to fuck you standing up...right
here, right now.  You're my number one boy aren't you?
   Aren't you, Richie?"  I said, "Yes, I'm your number
one boy, Mike" I was out of breath when I said that so
I looked up behind me to make sure I'd said it Ok.
Mike looked me in the eyes and shook his head up and
down slightly like I'd done OK.   He said, "Get your
pants down Richie" and he sounded out of breath when
he said it too.   I was expecting Mike to want me to
suck him off first, but he seemed anxious to fuck me
which was fine by me.  I undid my pants and pulled
them and my boxers down to my knees.  Mike had a loose
hold on my waist with one hand as he reached for the
tube of creamy Vaseline with the other.

I took in a long breath as Mike pushed his Vaseline
smeared  finger way up inside me.   His long boner was
touching me sideways across my bum cheeks.   Blowing
out some air I took another deep inhale ...Mike put
more Vaseline in me.  We were both quiet.  Dumping the
Vaseline tube in the sink and positioned his swollen
cock head at my hole he slowly wrapped me tight in
both arms again and pushing with his hips  popped his
cock inside me and pushed in all the way.  Flashing
lights behind my eyes as I squeaked out, "No Mike..it
..don't..ohhh ahh .."  He said, "Oh fuck, Yeah!!"

We stood absolutely still with Mike's arms wrapped
around me almost lifting me off the ground.  His cock
was all the way up inside me and the lights behind my
eyes were fading when Mike said, "This is so awesome
Richie.  Oh my God I missed this."  He said it all
real low almost like he was talking to himself.  Then
he pulled almost all the way out of me and slowly all
the way back in.  "Oh God" from Mike and he began
fucking me with medium long thrust followed
immediately with a pull out and back in again and then
out,  not fast, but a steady rhythm.  Right off I was
squirming because in this position he was massaging my
prostate almost constantly and I'd never felt anything
this good.  My cock got hard again... he never fucked
me standing up quite like this before and it was
almost overloading my senses,  but in as fabulous a
way as I could ever imagine...

Mike kept up the long thrusts grunting  with each one.
 He reached down to feel I was bone hard again and
nuzzling the side of my face he said, "Jesus,
Richie...you are so fucking gay.  Damn, man."  and he
chuckled as he picked up the pace.  I was making these
little squealie nosies with each penetration as I
pushed back against Mike's body.  I wanted this to go
on forever.  He said, "Oh fuck..I'm there already..."
and he blew a lot of air on the back of my head and
squeezing my body so tight I couldn't breath  he
pounded his hard engorged cock up inside me faster and
faster  before going "AGHHHH ... AGHHHHHH" and his cum
filled up my hole and drooled out around his cock and
ran down the inside of my thighs.  My own cock sprayed
a small amount of watery fluid that burned coming out,
 but right after that it felt as good as anything I
could think of.

Mike slammed in and out of me a half dozen times after
his climax and then we were still again.  Both of us
shaking and taking deep breaths and sputtering sounds,
 not words.  I realized spit was all over my chin and
running under and down my neck.  My entire body was
vibrating and my hole felt oh so good .  It was
perfect.  Mike had me tight up against him still,  but
he loosened his hold and used one of his hands to lift
up my spit covered chin and pull it around sideways so
he could lick across my lips and rub his nose back and
forth across my cheek.   "You are so fucking hot,
Richie.... Jesus Christ you are so hot!  I missed you
so much."

I couldn't believe my ears.  Then big kisses on the
side of my face and with his lips up against my
forehead he said something that I think was "I love
you".  I said, "What?"  We were quiet and after a bit
Mike said, "fuck, I got to sit down."  He pulled his
softening cock out of me as more of his cum rolled
down the inside of my thighs.  That horrible empty
feeling back there would last a while....Mike sat down
hard on the toilet's closed seat.  I stayed standing
and swaying a little trying to think what to do next.
Mike said, "Pull up your pants, Richie".  I started
to,  but then I said I'd better get clean ones.  Mike
said, "Wear those.  When we see the guys I want to
know my cum is all over your ass.  Go ahead and pull
those pants up."  That's what I did.

Mike finally put his pecker back in his pants and
buttoned up.  "Well, Richie...I got you all squared
away finally.  How you feeling."  I buckled my studded
belt and looked at Mike.  He was relaxed and
comfortable now.  Me too.  I gave Mike a big smile
.....I couldn't help it.  He sure did get me squared
away awful fast...a couple hours and I look like a
different person and on top of that I'd shot off two
spunk loads of my own and I had Mike's huge cum load
pretty much covering my ass, inside and out.  I was
hoping it would dry before soaking through my cargo
shorts, but it didn't.  It soaked through and then
dried.  I felt how stiff the shorts were back there
and Mike said, "You're wearing those shorts, Richie."
That was that.

We were headed for the boardwalk on a late afternoon
with an over cast sky and high heat and humidity.  We
hoped the boardwalk would be cooler than inland with
the ocean breeze and all, but there was very little
breeze that day.  Everyone was sweating bullets.
First kid we see is Tiny Dick...Tucker Dwight.  He'd
had his fun with me less than two weeks ago in that
swimming pool and he was looking a little nervous
seeing me and Mike walking down the boards straight at
him.  Mike shot Tiny with his thumb and index finger
and said, "How them big balls hanging, Tiny?"  Tiny
looked at me and I did a barely perceptible head shake
back and forth.  Tiny brightened right up and gave us
one of his great smiles.  That's what Tiny does
whenever in doubt... or whenever he's not in doubt
too.  He smiles.  That is to say, he's always smiling
unless he happens to be in a dominating frame of mind
..

I gotta say it was a giant surprise discovering that
Tiny was one dominating SOB when in the right mood and
circumstance.  I'd had a good time that afternoon with
him, but I wasn't about to mention it to Mike.   Tiny
hung behind Mike a little and when he was sure Mike
couldn't see him he grabbed a fist full of my ass and
said, "I want you and this ass of yours over that pool
one of these days real soon."  I said, "Tucker, please
don't do that pinch thing.  God Damnit, you and me
will be rolling around the fucking boardwalk if you do
that pinch thing."  Tucker said he'd save that for the
pool, but he'd been thinking about me and he wanted
more of my ass....he called it my pussy.  Mike turned
around and wanted to know what the fuck we were
whispering about.

Tiny said, "Mike, it looks like Richie had wet stuff
on the back of his cargo shorts that dried
stiff...here, and look over his other cheek too.  What
did ya sit on, Richie?  Something that leaked a wet
substance, right?"  Mike said, "Well, what was it,
Richie?"  I just said, "How the fuck should I know.
Quit looking at my ass anyway you homos."  And off we
went down the hot, hot boardwalk.... sweating to beat
the band.

Later we ran into Joey, Kyle and Tony.   Mac was off
on vacation someplace with his family.  I didn't miss
him all that much.   Joey, Kyle and especially Tony
were in the process of trying to intimidate a couple
of  tough looking 13 year old kids.    There's that
never ending battle to be the alpha dog....  and there
is always someone coming along to one-up-you when you
think you're "the top dog".  This turned out to be one
of those  "What the fuck are you looking at?"
situations.    A cute 13 year old with a damn good
mean-looking-stare had stared at Tony when Tony was
spraying lemonade out the blow-hole in his lower lip.
The kid looked over at his bud and smirked.  Tony was
pissed and, you know, he goes..."What the fuck are you
looking at ?"  One thing led to another and now it
was, "What are you going to do about it?"  And like
that....a tense scene....      Mike, pretending he
didn't know any of them,  yelled over "Hey.  Why don't
you bad asses pick on somebody your own size...."

Tony snapped his head around to say something bitchin
back and then saw it was Mike.  His face broke out in
a big smile, "Yo, dude.... great to see ya!"  And the
other two chimed in and there was a lot of one arm
hugs and smiles all around.  The two young teens were
a block down the boards by now.... both of them giving
us the " finger " ...each of them using both hands,
pumping their fingers up and down.  Little fuckers!  I
smiled and waved at them which got them pumping their
fists faster and screaming out obscenities that I
couldn't make out.  I had to laugh.  Cute kids, ya got
to love em....

Within a minute I saw Tiny nod his head slightly at
Tony and Tony scurried right over with his right hand
in his baggy shorts pocket playing with himself.  Tiny
Dick whispered something to Tony and fifteen minutes
later those two broke off and headed for the beach.
They said something about hoping for a breeze on the
beach.  Tiny said, "You guys rock!" and with that
great smile of his he gave the black power salute, for
some reason,  and the two of them disappeared down the
steps to walk the beach.......and do who knows what
else.

Mike lit up a cigarette and blew some smoke rings at a
group of girls who looked away giggling.  It was cool
walking down the boards with Mike.  Now-a-days I was
the guy that always got to walk next to Mike and when
Mac is around he didn't like that a bit.  Mike don't
particularly give a shit what Mac likes though so I'm
right at Mike's side.  Every once in a while our bare
arms will rub against each other as we swing them
while we walk.  I love the feel of Mike.  When my arm
rubs against his I want to lift it to my nose and see
if some of his special smell rubbed off....He gives me
boners without him even being aware of it.

I've tried to walk like Mike..it's definitely a
swagger,  but I just can't do it right.  I do the best
I can with it though and it feels cool walking like
that and smoking, with a tough look on my face.....
almost daring some guy to say something smartass to
me.     By now I not only knew the guys in our gang
but maybe twenty other guys...at least I knew their
names.  We were "somebody" on the boardwalk...the " in
" guys.  Mike was "the man" of course and the rest of
us lived off his reputation.... and  Mike's brother's
reputation from earlier years was part of it too.


We all rode the double shot, ate pizza, smoked
cigarettes and later on near supper time we picked up
a couple of cute girls who had asked Mike for a light.
 Since there were four guys and only two girls Mike
let Kyle and Joey take the girls down to the beach.
Maybe they'd get laid....or at least make-out a
little.  Mike and I walked back down to where we'd
parked the bike and we rode home.  Mike said he was
tired.  He seemed more like his old self and I had a
hard time keeping my hands off him.  He is so cool
with everything he does or says.....man oh man, I'm
hooked on Mike Sullivan something wicked.  I hugged
him tight around the waist on the ride home and he let
me do it.  Jesus, did I have a hard on.  It ached and
leaked and I couldn't wait to get in bed with Mike.

We arrived safely at the house and Mike said he needed
a shower bad..... but when he was undressed he said he
needed me to suck him off even more than he needed the
shower.  I took the rest of my clothes off because
Mike insist on me being naked before he'll let me put
his cock in my mouth..  We were both sweaty but
without hesitating I took his soft cock in my hand and
licked it from his balls to the head....on all sides
too, and then sucked it inside my mouth and tongued it
and got it all slippery and wet with spit.  I pressed
my nose into Mike's damp pubes. I had quite a
challenge lapping off the remnants of the Vaseline,
cum and my ass juices from the earlier screwing Mike
had given me. ... all of it mixed in with Mike's
sweat. When I'd cleaned up Mike's cock real good I
finally got down to the true  Mike taste. Yummy...

Just when I was feeling dreamy he unexpectedly
smacked the back of my head and told me to look up at
him while I was blowing him, "Keep your eyes looking
up, Richie.  If I look down I want to see you looking
up.  I've told you before."  My eyes went right up to
the top of their sockets.  Mike had a strong body odor
but it wasn't revolting or nasty.  I liked it. I
continued to suck and lick his boner, fisting it every
minute or so too.  Mike sighed and massaged my
shoulders and rubbed my back.

When I'd sucked his cock to a bone-hard condition he
grasped my buzzed head with both his hands and started
right in deep throating me by bobbing my head on and
off his boner.  That boner felt like it was trying to
poke a hole in my throat.  I kept my lip over my top
teeth, my tongue over the bottom ones and my eyes
looking up at Mike.  He was looking up at the ceiling
with both his eyes closed tight...his mouth was closed
tight too.  I waited as long as I could before, in a
frenzy,  I began stroking my own spike and in a minute
or so while shaking and gagging I shot my load on the
floor.  A minute later Mike shot his load down my
throat, in my mouth and on my face.  The last three
squirts came out compliments of Mike's fist pumping
his saliva soaked boner ....all three final spurts hit
me in the face.

Mike was groaning and moaning and pulling on his
softening cock for a full minute after shooting off
his loads.  "Whew, awesome, Richie.  Good job.  I got
to rest for a minute though.  You take your shower
first."  I was out of breath and tired too, but I did
as I was told.   After my shower I hustled in to tell
Mike the bathroom was all his but he was out cold
making tiny snoring sounds.  He'd been up almost
twenty two hours straight.  I put on some boxers and
climbed in next to him.  His bristly hair up against
my cheek was damp with his sweat as I worked my arm
under him and pulled him to me.  I could smell the
boardwalk on him.... the cigarettes, the french fries,
the sizzling sausages on a grill with peppers and
onions and the sweat on his body too, but it was fine
by me.  Mike's different smells....each of them had
the underlying personal smell of the one and only
Mike....who I simply could not get enough of.  I
reveled in it all and hugged him tighter still.

Last night I couldn't sleep from thinking about seeing
Mike today and tonight I can't sleep because he's
right here with me.  As I looked at the back of his
head he said something in his sleep and abruptly
turned over facing me.  I almost rolled backward off
the bed.  His nose was touching the tip of my nose
...... the moon light shining through our window lit
up Mike's face.  His breath was moist as it blew in my
face and it smelled like juicy fruit gum.  The image
of Mike sleeping on top of my sleeping bag one of our
first nights together floated into my mind.  I'd been
in the bed staring down at him as he slept a deep
sleep.  I'd marveled at the symmetry of his facial
features on that occasion a year or so ago .....the
way they all went together so perfectly.

Nothing has changed in the past year that I can see.
He is still just about perfect...real physical beauty
in a boyish way.  I struggled to catch my breath as I
realized I'd forgotten to breath so intense was my
scrutiny of Mike's face....just inches from mine.  I
knew his arms and legs and torso and everything else
was also nearly the perfect male form.  My cock firmed
up again as I stared at Mike and thought how very
lucky I am....

The musical sound of Mike's cell phone woke me up.  He
sat up and said a couple of words into the phone,
jumped out of bed and shortly I heard the shower.  He
must have taken the clothes he was going to wear with
him because he never came back in the bedroom.  In
less than ten minutes I heard his motorbike start up
and off he went.  It was 4:10 am.  Mike's mother had
called to say they needed him to work today on the
tomato farm.  Mike had said last night on the boards
that he had spent all his money in San Francisco so I
guess he was glad to get the work call this morning.
He gets a call for work three or four times a week and
he'll work from eight to twelve hours each time.
Pretty good hourly wage too and Mike took advantage of
the opportunity to work whenever he could.  Mike
wasn't lazy.

I wasn't lazy either but it's 4:10 in the morning for
Christ sake.  I took a quick pee and jumped back in
bed on Mike's side.  It was still warm.  It had been
damp from his perspiration when he first got to bed
but it dried overnight.  I rubbed my nose in his
pillow and then down on the sheets were he'd slept.  I
was in kind of a stupor and Mike's smells had me
stroking my cock again.  Oh my God I shot off another
hard steam of cum.  I didn't even bother with the 'cum
sock', I just shot it out on the bed and breathing
hard with a pounding heart I collapsed right back into
the slimy goop.  I'd been without Mike for three weeks
and now that he's back I was overdosing something
terrible.  "Wow" I thought....this isn't probably
something I want to make a habit out of,  but he was
turning me on like a wild thing...I gotta get a
fucking grip.

When I woke up for the second time that morning the
sun shown brightly through the bedroom window and I
felt rested.  My belly was stuck to the sheet but it
pulled off easy enough.  I went to get my dad's stuff
at the convenience store and ran into Tiny Dick when I
came out.  "Richie, come over here."  I noticed he was
using that 'bad ass' voice again and it made my dick
stir.  "Hey, Tucker.  I got to get this shit right
over to my old man.  He gets pissed if he don't have
his coffee."  Tiny says, "Get your ass over here."
Damn if I didn't do it.  I was kind of hypnotized by
that voice.  "Hurry up, Richie."

I ran over to where he was standing in the shade and
asked what he wanted. My one hand held a bag with two
coffees, the old man's smokes and a Danish.  My other
hand was in my pocket playing with myself.  Tiny said,
"I want a firm fucking day and time that you'll be at
the god damn swimming pool.  My Aunt and Uncle work
every day so we got the privacy we need.  Now I know
you want me to fuck you again and you need.... really,
really need some tight control which I can provide."
He made a fast move with his hand and had that little
pinch of skin on my ass between those fucking
inhumanely strong fingers of his.  I said, "Don't do
that Tucker...Please don't do that pinch."  "What day,
Richie?"

I could have said today because Mike was working all
day, but with all the hot action Mike had given me the
last 24 hours I just wasn't up to Tiny Dick's tiny
dick.  I said, "Friday, Tucker.  Noon time. OK?" He
gave a 50% pinch on my ass that had my faced screwed
up and forced a gasp from my throat as I went up on my
toes.  "Please, Tucker...I'll be there".  Tucker let
go and gave me the sweetest smile.  I had to shake my
head to clear it....that quick switch from one person
to the other that Tiny does was weird.  Tiny said in
his good-guy voice.  "We'll have fun Richie.  You are
so hot...you're the best "submissive" ever..  I can't
wait for Friday.  I'll get us some of those great
Italian subs to have for lunch after our fun and
games.  OK?"  He waved and walked in the other
direction from where I had to go.  Tiny gave me
another awesome smile and it made me smile back at
him.

Fuck!  I don't know what I'm going to do about Friday,
but I'll worry about that later.  My dad took his
coffee, Danish pastry and cigarettes with him in the
car as he drove toward Atlantic City.   That's where
he works as a blackjack dealer in a big casino.  I sat
on our front porch, had a cigarette and drank my
coffee out of the paper cup.  At the convenience store
I'd almost asked Tiny about him and Tony.  I chickened
out though.  He probably has poor Tony jumping through
hoops by now.  I do not want to get involved with that
situation.  This I knew for sure.....

I was feeling lazy and I dozed off reading the paper.
The weather had broken and the extreme heat had
lifted.  It was about 80 degrees with low humidity.
Then,  for the second time since school got out I
spotted Robert Conti coming out of Tom Brown's house.
What the hell?   I looked inside my front door and saw
by the kitchen clock it was almost noon.  What was
Robert doing in Tom's house?  Robert Conti is the
Junior Class Vice President... duly elected by the
"in" crowd at school.  None of my buddies voted for
him or anybody else because we didn't like any of the
yin yangs that ran for office last year.  Tom Brown is
in the same snobby crew as Robert,  but still....
what's Robert doing coming out of Tom's place in the
summer.  And, what's wrong with his leg?  He's walking
funny and he shows a grimace  with each step.  Robert
has that stupid brown pony tail that almost reaches
his waist.  I hate it. He was putting it all back in
the elastic band as he walked.  Why was it out of the
elastic I wondered.   I don't know where Robert lives
but he was going in the direction of the bus
stop...limping there, actually...

I couldn't help but wonder if Tom wasn't giving out
those free spankings of his.  Hmmmm?   Should I go
down and knock on Tom's door and ask him why the
Junior class Vice President is limping our of his
house this morning?  I drank some more coffee...it was
stone cold.  Lighting another cigarette I went inside
to microwave the cold coffee.  Back outside my
curiosity was really getting the best of me.  I stared
down a few doors to Tom Brown's place.  What goes on
down there?  I know his mother works crazy hours so
it's likely she's not home.  Man, I started thinking
about the way Tom sucked my cock and I was getting all
jittery.  Do I have the balls to go down there or not?
 I was getting a boner thinking about that spanking
experience I had with Tom.  He said I'd have to asked
real nice for another spanking or he wouldn't be
bothered with the rest of it.

Is it really possible to climax from being spanked?
Damn, how does Tom Brown know so much.....I'm getting
that real nervous feeling in my stomach like I'm going
to do something stupid.  The massage and tender care
after the spanking really got me going when Tom did it
to me and then I'm right back to thinking about Tom
blowing me...Oh my God that was hot.  I'm definitely
over-sexed would be my guess.  I had no sex to speak
of before Mike turned on my sex-engine last year and
now I can't even idle...it's got to be 100 miles per
hour.  I began some serious playing with myself.  My
boner was feeling very good.  Fuck it!  I'm going to
do it.

I went inside to put my empty coffee container in the
trash.  My hand was shaky because I was nervous.  The
spanking part had me crying like a little kid last
time,  but Tom made it "all better" in the end...  I
can't believe I have the nerve to do this.  I was
thinking how I was going to ask Tom for the spanking
in a very polite way.  He is very specific about me
being serious with everything.  No goofing around.
Jeez, should I wank off first?  My balls are starting
to ache.  I know I want to turn over a clean body to
Tom, that's for sure.....and clean my hole really
well.    I went in for a long shower.  I used all my
will power not to jerk off because Tom thought I'd
eventually cum from being spanked.  Sounds crazy but
he seems to know his stuff and I'd like to experience
that.

I put on a tank top and jogging shorts, that's all.
Putting my feet into sandals I headed out.  Real
nervous, scary feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I'd
decided to be very serious and play the part Tom
envisioned for me last time.  What the hell, I did it
once.....God, I'm nervous.  I walked outside and just
caught a glimpse of Tom Brown driving off with some
other kid in Tom's mother's Mini Cooper
convertible.....what a hot looking car with the top
down and the music blasting.  Shit!  Now what am I
going to do?  I'd taken that shower for nothing.

It had been a while since I walked to the boardwalk
and it didn't seem very appealing now.  I guess I was
spoiled with Mike's motorbike getting us around.  I'd
had the use of it while Mike was in California.  I
started calling the guys to see if any of them could
pick me up.  Tony had his brother's old Chevy and he
said he was headed out on an errant for that very same
brother.  He had to drive to Atlantic City and pick-up
a part for his brother's Apple computer.  Tony wanted
to know if I wanted to go along for the ride.  I said,
"Sure".  Tony was over to get me in fifteen minutes.
The stud was back in his lip so I guess he found the
clasp in one of his turds...it still looked like it
had to be hurting him.

I was thinking, "Damn, I can't wait to see Mike later
on this afternoon..."  Tony is talking a mile a minute
as usual.  When I paid attention to what he was saying
I recognized his rant about people driving while
talking on their cell phones.."Richie, watch.  This
silly old bitch will not give a turn signal..watch
Richie.  See,  there she goes turning but no turn
signal...her fucking hands are busy...one on the wheel
and the other holding her fucking cell phone...There
really ought..."  I stopped listening to him and right
away  I got this great idea.

My great idea was to somehow insinuate Tiny Dick into
a conversation with Tony and see if I can get some
inside scoop about what's been going on with those
two.  I saw Tony sucking Tiny Dick's dick some time
ago.... what's been happening since then?   And maybe
I can find out if Tiny told Tony what Mike and Tiny
did with each other when Tiny first joined our  gang.
I'll make this a worthwhile trip...find out the skinny
on who is doing what to who....How to sneak it into
the conversation though?... Hmmmm?   I don't want to
be obvious. I'll have to pretend like it's not really
of any particular interest to me...merely conversation
and all that.  Then I notice Tony was saying something
to me.... "What?...."

"Richie, did you hear me?  I asked if you and Mike
were messing around with queer stuff.  Tiny says he
thinks you are.  Are you, Richie?"

I turned my head and stared at Tony with my mouth open
slightly and said,   "What?'.................

Coming soon.......the conclusion of "Mike......"

Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com